A tale of being adopted

My son got dangerously close to being adopted by a stranger tonight.

He kept dropping bottles over the weekend as he suffered from his first man flu and of course his life was horrid and mummy was the spitting target or all the medicines. This along with the constant hair pulling and screaming at me combined with the fact that he made up for all the dropped feeds in one night (last night) got him really close to me chucking him out the door for any stranger to find.

So yes it was close for my son to get adopted by a perfect stranger. 

We are supposed to go baby yoga this week... I'm finding it hard to imagine my Maggot doing downward facing dog considering he doesn't know he has feet...

A tale of how the effort goes to waste

He took him off me for me to have an evening with the work team to find out if everyone is ok and there is an actual team to come back to. He cleaned the whole house. He put the baby to bed.

And he put on the fan in the bedroom bathroom so now after a mission of tip toeing around the house in the effort of keeping the baby asleep I'm sat here wawawawing with Herr Maggot as his wired like a junkie in Ibiza...

Brilliant... He gaveth and he tooketh his own brownie points...

Over and out from the zombieland

The tale of the evil dummy stealing right hand

And the operation bash mummy's face is officially back on

Another successful night of bashing mummy into desperation so that she gives in and breastfeeds... Buh bye  boobs welcome sad mooses...

"It's The End Of The World As We Know It"

Finding out that you're pregnant when you're used to 60-hour weeks is a bit of a shock to the system. Especially when all of the sudden you go from travelling every week to a different country to not being able to walk cause your maggot aka miracle of life inside you, is causing your body to shut down and swell till you look like a sumo fighter.

Top that off with a requested c-section and you have yourself a recipe for a hell of a year.