Ironing

I love ironing. There's something so therapeutic about it. I just love how creases just smooth away under an iron. Strange thing to love, I know. I think I might ask the hubby to buy me a steam iron.

Nag Nag Nag...

...that is all I seem to do at my class. I've been given a particularly difficult class this year and have been told that they're the kind of class you just cannot relax with. *sigh* They're not a bad bunch though I have had them in a couple of times during break and lunch to "practise" lining up and entering the classroom quietly.

Plus, I don't know what it is. Maybe it's being in a different year group and having been away for so long but I feel so disorganised. I'm slowly getting back on track. Lots of new things to get to grips with.

Eid

It was Eid last Sunday and, in our household, Eid is usually uneventful. This Eid, however, Ammi decided she wanted to go for Eid prayers so I took her, the hubby and the Boogster to Palmers Green Mosque. I have not been for Eid prayers before so it was quite an experience. We followed prayers with a walk to the high road to check out the market stalls set up in honour of Car Free Day and then spent the evening at my aunt's where Boogie got to see his cousins. It was an all in all enjoyable experience though I have decided to go the whole nine yards next time i.e. buying a new outfit, bangles and henna. The whole shebang!

The Guilt Trip

I started back at work full time last week. The Boogster, though he stays at home with his Lola and daddy, hasn't taken too kindly to my leaving him. He'll give me the hugest toothless grin he can muster when I get back home and then he transforms from a happy baby to a whiney, whingey one in a bid to give me a guilt trip for abandoning him.

And it works. The little so and so. He has done this without fail for an entire week!

So true

Here's a quote that will be going in my common-place book:

"Don't make somebody your priority when they only make you an option."

I found it on a friend's Facebook profile page.

Lists

I love writing lists. Shopping lists, to do lists, wish lists - any kind of list really. Crossing off items on the list is half the fun. Yes, I'm sad. I know.

Out and about with the Little One

In my pre-mummy days, I used to love wandering up and down Oxford and Regent Street, browsing in shops, darting in between stragglers like all seasoned Londoners do and I always wondered why parents would want to cart around their little ones in often cumbersome looking pushchairs with all the other accompanying paraphernalia that usually accompanied travelling with a baby.

I get it now. I so get it.

You go crazy stuck at home otherwise!

It just never occurred to me before mummyhood. It seemed like a hassle and in the beginning - for me - it was. My hubby is a gem though. He is the one who coaxed me out and I'm so glad he did. He's also the one who looks after the Boogster when we're out and about. My dodging round people days have come to end and now people have to dodge round me. My browsing days are also over but just getting out is enough. We all enjoy it - the Boogster especially.

The getting ready part was also such a pain in the beginning. I was always forgetting something - a bib, baby wipes, sun hat....I've got it all down like a pro now and I can be out of the house in under 10 minutes flat with everything I need (nappies, wipes, food, water, a toy and a muslin cloth). I used to take everything. And I mean everything. Spare change of clothes, extra blanket for just in case, 2 bibs, lotion, camera to take that all important picture. The key is to travel light, especially important if you plan on travelling by tube and need to carry an almost 10kg baby in his pushchair up and down those stairs.

Not too long ago, the three of us went to Portobello Road. For a while I thought we were the only crazy ones to take a baby and pushchair to such a crowded place. That is until I saw a pregnant woman with her hubby and their twins! Now that is brave!