Weren’t You Just Born?

Weren’t you only just born?

Didn’t I just hold you in my arms for the first time?

Wasn’t I only just in awe of your first smile?

Wasn’t it only yesterday that you had your first taste of baby porridge?

Wasn’t it only yesterday that I felt your first tooth coming through?

And when did you take your first steps?

Wasn’t it yesterday?

It feels like yesterday…

But no.

Seven years ago today, I held you in my arms for the first time and knew that I would love you with all my heart, forever.

Happy birthday, my darling.

Don’t ever change – for anyone. No matter how crazy you make them!

I love you!

My Baby is Three

Booni, my baby…

I can’t believe you’re not a baby any more, and that you are now three years old! Where has the time gone?

Here’s wishing you a very Happy 3rd Birthday.

There is so much I want for you. And there is so much I want you to do.

BUT – I don’t want you to ever change. Keep being persistent. Keep pushing for what you want. Just remember that hands are for playing and hugging – not for hitting!

Don’t ever lose that glint in your eye. That glint is what makes you “you”.

I love you to the moon and back!

The Perfect Game 

Vins: Mama, I can’t find Snakes and Ladders. But I’ve got another game we can play. It’s perfect!

Me: Oh yes? What is it? (My heart started to sink as I thought about another game with his Pokémon cards)

Vins: Let’s play… “Order me stuff from Amazon”!

Me: Errr…

Vins: So we go on Amazon and you have to order me whatever I want!

Me: Errr… No.

The Magic of MJ

Vins has finally discovered the wonder of Michael Jackson! We listen to music a lot at home and in the car – but he’s never really sung along or tried to dance or anything. He’s never been interested.

However, one of his friends bros has made him listen to a few songs and he hasn’t looked back since!

His favorite is the Jackson 5’s Blame it on the Boogie. He found the video and lyrics on YouTube and watches it over and over again. I regularly hear him singing along from the other room when he thinks no one can hear him. It’s actually very cute.

He asked me to print out the lyrics for him. So I did. Then he asked for the lyrics of another song. And then another. And again, he’d find the videos on YouTube and sing long. And… Even trying to dance! If you follow me on Instagram, you may have seen that video.

The other day I asked him something about the moonwalk and told him we should watch the Billie Jean video. We were watching quietly when Vins suddenly said, “How come he keeps disappearing?” I replied, “Vins, Michael is magic!” He looked at me, unconvinced, “Magic? Michael Jackson is magical? How come?” I said, “Listen to his songs! See how he dances? And how so many people love(d) him? The man is a legend!” Vins agreed wholeheartedly. Then he said, “What about Prince? Is he magical?” I looked at him, a bit surprised that he brought Prince up, and said, “Of course he is!!” Vins asked, “Who was more magical? Prince or Michael Jackson?” I said, “You can’t compare them, Vins. They were both magic. Both legends. Both geniuses.” Vins accepted that. Then after a second he said, “What about Justin Bieber?” I looked at him in disgust and said, “What about him?” He said, “Is he magical?” I replied, “Vins, Justin Bieber has a few songs I like, yes. But there is absolutely NOTHING magical about him!” Vins was quiet for a minute (finally) and then said, “You know, you’re right. The only magic thing about Justin Bieber is he can make girls like him!”

This kid really knows what’s what, doesn’t he?

Lunch With My Bros

Last week I told Vins that I wanted to take him and some of his friends out for lunch during Easter break. I carry around a lot of guilt when it comes to his social life. I don’t make as much effort as some mums make when it comes to arranging playdates and having his friends over to our place. We just kind of wait until he’s invited somewhere. This is not good, I know. And I need to step up my game a bit.

Anyway, so as I was telling him about the lunch thing and he stopped me mid-sentence. The following conversation ensued:

Vins: Mama, mama – wait. Just wait. On Wednesday X has invited me for a bros lunch.

Me (unsure if I heard correctly): Oh. What’s a bros lunch?

Vins: You know! A bros lunch!

Me (trying not to laugh): Vins, I don’t know what a bros lunch is!

Vins (getting impatient): Mama – you know we’re all best friends, right? Well, this is lunch with all the best friends together!

Me: Ohhhhhhh. Okay, that sounds good!

Seriously – where does he learn this stuff?

Sleepover

Last Thursday a friend rang me and said that our boys (they’re in the same class) had decided that they wanted to have a sleepover at the weekend, and would Vins want to go…

Wow… A sleepover? To be honest, I was kind of excited about having the TV to myself for a whole evening. But – would he be ok? Would he cry when it was time to sleep because he wanted to come home? Would we get a middle of the night phone call asking us to pick him up? I wasn’t worried about safety or him being in any danger – my first sleepover was with his friend’s mum (many moons ago) when I was the same age! I knew he’d be fine.

I figured I’d speak to Vins and see how he felt about going. For all I knew, he could have been excited when they talked about it at school, but then thought about it some more later and changed his mind. Anyway, he was quite insistent that he wanted to go, that he would be fine and that he was going to have the most awesome time! He was so excited, I can’t even begin to explain…

Come Saturday afternoon, I dropped him off at 5pm and tried to say goodbye. I also tried to get Vins to say goodbye to Booni. But it was futile. He was off, running around the house with his friend in wild abandonment.

LagosDad and I decided to stay in that evening (actually, I decided to stay in and his plans fell through <evil laugh>) just in case that middle-of-the-night phone call came. My friend messaged at about 9.30 pm to say they were having a ball and didn’t show any signs of going to sleep yet!

I woke up the next morning and the first thing I thought was, “Hey! He made it through the night!”

Can you believe it? Can you believe that my Vins made it through a sleepover in someone else’s home? Without either parent or yaya (nanny)?

He really does infuriate me sometimes, but I’m so proud of him!

 

 

Enough is Enough

I’ve tried it all, haven’t I?

Clean 9, Cambridge Weight Plan, exercising (kind of) – and I ALWAYS fall off the wagon. Why?

My relationship with food is not a healthy one. I go through phases where I eat and eat – whatever I want, whenever I want. And I go through phases where I’m pretty good.

Lately, it’s been difficult. I told you about having the cafeteria right next to my classroom, right? Last month, I was feeling fat, like nothing fit me and like I couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. I exercised a few times – but couldn’t walk for a few days afterwards as I’d overdone it a bit!

After my birthday (yes, I am now 39) I decided that I’d had enough of feeling like that and went to see a nutritionist and “fat loss expert”. People I know already “see” someone (“see” because she doesn’t live here – everything is done online). She tells them what to eat, how much of it and if they go out to eat, she tells them what they can and can’t eat from that particular restaurant. Friends told me to try it out, but, to be honest, I was scared. Scared that I’d be told I couldn’t eat particular things in my favorite restaurants, denied my favorite foods at home, etc. I didn’t want to feel as though I was missing out on anything.

I think I may have realized that drinking two Cokes every weekend, eating pizza every Sunday and having a chocolate brownie and/or French fries every day was not going to help me lose any weight, or make me feel better about myself. Therefore – nutritionist and fat loss expert.

So I met with her on a Saturday morning. She weighed me and measured my body fat, etc. We chatted for a while about the type of food I eat, my timings, etc. She then gave me a meal plan and told me to follow it for two weeks. It involves green juice, salad, a bit of chicken, fruit, spinach – all very healthy stuff. She also said I had to do an hour of cardio every day. An HOUR? Of CARDIO? That’s like the worst thing in the world – ever. Anyway, so I wasn’t happy about it, but I did it. So for two weeks, I followed the diet. I slipped up once – I will NEVER say no to apple crumble!

Then we were traveling last week – so I called her and told her I was worried that I’d undo all the good I’d done. She sent me a holiday plan. It was very doable. But I didn’t do it!! We were on the move all day, and making avocado smoothies just wasn’t possible. Having said that, I think I was pretty good. I mean, I ate – but I didn’t really overdo it.

We got back on Sunday and I started the clean eating again on Monday. I feel pretty good. I haven’t had a Coke or a chocolate brownie in 3.5 weeks!

Anyway, so this is something I’m hoping that I can stick to long-term.

Let’s see!

Here I Am!

Goodness! It’s been two months since my last post!

There are a few reasons for this…

  1. I’ve not really had the time
  2. I’ve not really been motivated to write
  3. I feel as though I don’t really have anything new to say (especially if I’m writing about my children)

Anyway, so I need to give you a very overdue update on a couple of things.

The first is the whole fridge mess thing with Konga. Remember that? It was another one of my whiny posts.

Anyway, the whole fridge thing was sorted out – thanks to a lady called Mercy. She responded to my tweets about the whole thing and made sure I was a satisfied Konga customer. Thank you, Mercy!

The second is about my experience at Oasis Medspa. They rang me the following day for feedback, and they came across my blog post about it. They were very apologetic about it all and sent me a voucher for a complimentary facial and massage :))) (That’s all my chins). Both treatments were lovely and, apart from the slight smell on the towels (still), I’ve no complaints. Thank you, Oasis Medspa!

I’ve got a couple of other things to tell you guys (nothing terribly exciting, try and contain yourselves), but I’ll update you in a bit. Maybe in a few minutes since my kids (at school) are taking a quiz!

Gone Again

I was looking for a post I wrote about 18 months ago. A post about the children’s nanny and the fact that she was away/had been away for about 6 months…

Anyway, so that time has come again. Annual leave time.

E (the children’s nanny) left yesterday for a month.

It all happened rather suddenly. She wasn’t meant to go until the summer, but something came up and she had to leave this month. While I spent the last two weeks worrying about the children and how they’d cope, worrying about how I’d cope and worrying about who would do the laundry (I suppose I’ll have to be a bit proactive!), I realized that this was actually a good thing. At least I can have a summer holiday too, then!

Anyway, so the post I was looking for had to do with Vins’ bedtime and the fact that I had to pat him and sing him to sleep. Not sure if you remember that one?

So last night, when it was bedtime he asked me to put him to bed. I said, “Of course I’ll put you to bed!” I thought, “ARGH!”

I tucked him in, he closed his eyes immediately. I patted him for a few minutes, but didn’t sing. It looked like he was asleep, so I stopped the patting and studied his face (in the dark), hoping he didn’t suddenly sit up and ask to sleep in my bed. After about a minute, he opened his eyes, looked at me and said, “You can go now.”

So the time has come. The time when he doesn’t need me (or anyone else) to sing Dream A Little Dream to him. And he doesn’t need to be patted to sleep (finally). He even stayed in his own bed (until 4.45am).

He’s really growing up, isn’t he?

A Morning at Oasis Medspa

For Christmas, LagosDad gave me a gift certificate for Oasis Medspa in Ikoyi. I hadn’t been there before, and hadn’t heard too much about it either. I asked a few people about it, but no one really knew much about it. Anyway, so my gift certificate was for “The Ultimate Glow Package”, which was a body scrub and massage. I love a good body scrub! The expiration date was January 21st, so I thought I’d use it today – before the chaos of school starts next week.

I made my appointment for 10 am (my preferred time of 12 pm wasn’t available) and got there ten minutes early.

The place is really nice. The decor is all blue and white and (apart from a few tacky bits and pieces) it was very clean and relaxing.

They open at 10 am and, as I said before, my appointment was at 10 am. Now, you tell me – if you open for customers/clients/the public at 10 am – shouldn’t everything be ready by then? Apparently not. Not here, anyway. They turned on the generator after I got there. The cleaning people started sweeping and mopping while I was waiting for my appointment. And some of the people that worked there arrived at 10 am. I don’t know – but I look at it like being in a school. If lessons start at 7.30 am and all students are expected to be in class and at their desks, doesn’t the teacher have to be in earlier to get things sorted before that? Oh well.

So I was taken to a large room by the lady that was doing my scrub. There were two massage beds in there and I thought I’d have to just strip and lie on one of the beds for my scrub. But no. The lady told me to strip and put on one of their robes. As I put it on, I caught a faint smell of something. I sniffed the robe and it was gross. I can’t really describe the smell – but it was as though it was left in the washing machine for too long after the cycle ended. She then took me into a shower room (complete with gold tiles on the walls) and made me lie down on a concrete shower bench. You know what I mean? It was covered in a rubber sheet, and it was quite narrow. Apart from that, though – it was so hard! And it wasn’t very comfortable. It was strange – but I saw how it made sense. It minimized the mess and cleaning up after. And I was already in the shower room for when I had to rinse off.

The body scrub was good, but I couldn’t wait to wash all that gunk off me. It gets stuck EVERYWHERE! When she finished, she showed me the shower gel and told me how to work the shower. She then disappeared. I was pleasantly surprised to find the the water pressure was strong and started to rinse myself off. I was under the shower for 30 seconds (no lie) and the water ran out! WTF. I stood there, butt naked and called out MANY times – but there was no one there to hear me. Five minutes later, the lady came back in with a towel for me to dry myself with. She asked if I was ready. Err… Not quite. She was very apologetic and told someone to put the water pump on. I was actually ready to go home by this time. I finished showering, took the towel she left for me and started to dry myself. But there was that smell again! I finished by patting myself dry, wrapped the towel around myself and put the smelly robe back on. I was still damp, but was then walked down the corridor to another room where another lady was going to do my massage.

The masseuse told me to take off my gown and lie on the massage bed face down. There was no face hole. Instead of using a clean, fresh sheet to cover me with, she used the SAME DAMP (smelly) TOWEL I had used to dry myself with! Jesus Christ.

Now, I have to admit – the massage was very good. I enjoyed it thoroughly (apart from that lingering smell).

The whole treatment took about 90 minutes. And I’m glad I did it. My skin feels amazing. I would go back for another massage – but I would probably take my own towel/sheet for them to use!