Friday, 17 October 2014

In denial

Seth and I had been talking for a while about getting Caleb into a bed. Caleb is a really good sleeper and has been from when he was 8 weeks old. He tends to go down at night at around 7.15ish and will wake up the following morning at around 7.30am. He still fits in his cot so I was quite tempted to leave him in there for even longer! However, now did pretty much seem like the right time to start introducing him to a bed. We didn't know how long it would take him to get used to it and we wanted to make sure that he would be more or less settled in there before the baby comes along in 3 months.

Last Saturday we headed to Ikea to get Caleb's bed. Caleb loves Ikea and he was running around like a crazy thing the whole time. Nothing is more appealing to him than running "really fast!" and climbing all over furniture so he was in his element!

I don't think it really hit me that we were actually getting him the bed until we went down to the collection hall to get it. Seth picked up the mattress and Caleb went running over to Seth. He looked so tiny standing next to this mattress (note that we were only getting him a junior bed so it's still not as big as a single bed or anything!) and I started to well up there and then! Thank goodness no one other than Seth saw me, I would have been so mortified! Stupid hormones!

Seth put the bed together when we got home that night and we told Caleb to come into his bedroom as we had a surprise for him in there. He looked a little unsure at first but he followed us in there. When he saw the bed, he said, "new bed for Caleb!" excitedly and climbed in to try it out. As he snuggled under the duvet, he said, "comfy!". We were pretty happy with that reaction. When we put him to bed that night, he had the biggest grin on his face and kept saying, "new bed for Caleb!", it was the cutest thing! Seth and I go in and check on Caleb every night before we go to bed but we were so excited to go in that night to see how he would find him and he looked so adorable. And then I cried again! I'm in denial that Caleb is getting any older, I just want to freeze time. He's still my little baby and these milestones are just a reminder that he's growing up! Which is cool but not cool at the same time!

Caleb has been in his bed for almost a week now and he is still loving it. He gets excited every night when he goes to bed and still says, "new bed for Caleb!" each time and either "comfy" or "cosy" as he snuggles into position. He stays in bed and doesn't mess around (so far!) and when I go in to get him in the mornings, he is still on the bed, waiting for me to get him up. I don't think he's figured out that he can get out himself yet, although he has no trouble climbing up and down in the day time when he is playing on it! I must say that the novelty of the bed hasn't worn off for me and Seth either just yet..... I just love going in to check on him at night and can't wait to see what random position we will find him in! Seth has this theory that we have a DVD of our lives which records all of the best moments that we want to remember and for me, seeing Caleb asleep in his bed would definitely make it on to mine.

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Friday, 10 October 2014

Sometimes I ACTUALLY make things.....

I meant to blog about this last winter but never got around to it and then it just wasn't relevant to blog about in the summer. Being as though the weather is changing and feeling more autumnal by the day I figured that now is as good a time as any to blog about it!

Last September, my friend Paige ran a women's activity one evening at church - arm knitting. I had never heard of it before and went along to support her more than actually intending to make anything. You see, I can't knit. Or sew. Or anything of the sort. When I was at school, I used to bribe a boy in my textiles class to do all of my sewing for me because I just couldn't sew properly at all. I was actually so rubbish at it that quite often my teacher wouldn't even let me near the sewing machines. Nice (Incidentally, this was the same teacher that wouldn't let me use the ovens in Home Ecomonics after I set off the smoke alarms trying to heat oil in a pan. I'm really not the most domesticated of people - good job I didn't let Seth know this until after we were married ;)).  However when I got to the activity, I was kind of fascinated by the idea and the scarves that Paige had already made looked pretty cool so thought I might as well at least give arm knitting a try. After all, how hard could it be?

Very hard. At least, it was for me that night - poor Paige had to come to my rescue on more than one occasion but I came away from that activity having made a scarf! I was actually pretty proud of myself. I quite liked the whole arm knitting thing so I have tried it on a couple of occasions since then and it's actually pretty easy ( there are a couple of really good youtube tutorials on it as well which helped!). I taught my Mum how to arm knit and sent one of the scarves to my niece on her mission in Salt Lake City.

If you like the look of them and fancy giving them a try, do it! They are so easy to make and they only take about an hour maximum (it's probably a lot quicker for someone who is used to making them!) and this is coming from me - trust me, if I am saying it is easy, you really can't go wrong.
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Wednesday, 1 October 2014

The Fudge of Death

I quite like Sunday afternoons. Often Caleb will take a nap which means that I can do the same (by the way, apparently me mentioning my love of Sunday afternoon naps was what made many people think that I was pregnant - while they were right and I am indeed pregnant, I have always been a fan of Sunday afternoon naps! I guess being anemic and going to church in the mornings must really take it out of me ;)), or we will all play together. Quite often, Seth will decide that he is going to make fudge. He doesn't overly have that much of a sweet tooth but he loves fudge and anyone who knows me knows that I love all things sweet so I never complain.

On Sunday, he decided that he wold try his hand at making pineapple fudge. You see, we had pineapple juice in the fridge that needed to be used up and so Seth thought he would boil it down and add it to the fudge. I sat in the kitchen with him and kept him company while he was hard at work. It smelt pretty evil I have to say, but Seth just said to wait and see what the finished result would be like.

A couple of hours later, it had set and so we decided to try it. It was rock solid, more like toffee. We were both quite curious to see how it would taste, but being the lovely person I am, I let Seth have the first taste and then I tried some. When I asked him what he thought of it, his comment? "it tastes like feet!". I was so glad he was the first one to make a negative comment because seriously, it tasted so evil. EVIL! You know how London trains smell during rush hour on a hot summer's day? If you were to put that smell into a taste, then that's what it tasted like. We laughed so hard that I was actually crying. I really enjoyed making it with Seth (or rather, just chatting to him as he made it - I take no responsibility!) and I just love the fun we have together, even when our cooking results are disastrous! (does anyone remember the brownie incident?)

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