tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88666767160404396602024-03-13T02:41:46.319+00:00mother, home & heavenGeneral chitchat, ramblings & musings. (With the odd rant thrown in).Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-91738270848164629332011-02-02T16:54:00.001+00:002011-02-02T16:57:14.314+00:00I can't get no sleep....<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When you get pregnant people like to laugh and tell you how you will never sleep again. You laugh back and think, "well I'm sure I can cope on a little less sleep. After all, I get up to go to work fine after a late night". </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hahahahahahahahaha </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You soon realise that they <i>actually </i>mean it when they say you won't sleep. The first month is generally spent in a total fog as you occasionally grab a nap. (If it's your first child. If you already have a toddler, you're stuffed, mate). As they get older people like to ask about the sleeping. Now, either everyone else's child slept through fine from very early on <b>:o( </b><b> </b> or they are all lying. I'd like to think it was the latter. Olivia woke every TWO hours until she was about 14 months old. she started sleeping longer and longer but was nearly two before she 'slept through' in the way that people mean.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So - you'd think i would be prepared for it all. But NO. By some incredibly cruel trick of nature I had forgotten how brain crushingly awful the sleep deprivation was. I spend most days in a fog and generally feeling guilty that I should be doing things but am TOO TIRED to do anything. Some days I can barely remember my own name. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Olivia has also decided that she doesn't want to go to sleep in the evenings so often is running about, in and out of her room. The other night Mr K was trying to get her back into bed...."It's not funny" says he in his best stern daddy voice. "It's a bit funny" says the eldest Knibblet giggling like a loon. Yes if you're two I suppose it is.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have found the way to cope with this is to lower all expectations. I came to the realisation when Olivia was about 1ish that I will probably never have a decent night's sleep again. Once I accepted this it made it all the more easier as I stopped thinking <b>this </b>was the night I would sleep. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ah well. Sleep is for the weak anyway.</span><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> ;o)</b>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-63070899092667686052011-01-17T13:36:00.000+00:002011-01-17T13:36:41.149+00:00Family life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTE92yo4wP8SvTVtNZrTr5xGxUxV6mIPWmDIrQdMEjEwItWNS2m97tzzmhC3jwmU4kytGowe_RtTFVzep5BIETJ9MVkADtBtJ5fsPoORKV8yeJxPwh0UCMgh0uBBE42D4g6NUWliyS56J/s1600/P1040005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilTE92yo4wP8SvTVtNZrTr5xGxUxV6mIPWmDIrQdMEjEwItWNS2m97tzzmhC3jwmU4kytGowe_RtTFVzep5BIETJ9MVkADtBtJ5fsPoORKV8yeJxPwh0UCMgh0uBBE42D4g6NUWliyS56J/s320/P1040005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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The laptop broke and I wasn't very well during the end of my pregnancy. Anyway. On 27th October 2010 at 4.30pm Madeleine Ada Knibb entered the world after a short 2.5 hours of labour. She was born in the water pool at home. She fed straight away and all was well. At 6 weeks old she came down with bronchialistis and a nasty chest infection so we spent a week in hospital which wasn't very pleasant but she is recovered fairly quickly and is all fine now with no lasting problems. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">She is now a chubby, giggly, bright-eyed 12 week old.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I didn't go out for a week after we got home as I was a bit worried about her catching another cold and then it snowed...and then it iced over. So for nearly two weeks we were unable to leave the house as we were surrounded by an ice moat. Mike parked his car around the back and braved it to get to work and eventually I had to brave it to go and stock up on food...it was 23rd December after all and a bit of plain pasta for Christmas lunch wasn't appealing! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Christmas was lovely. I had my mum, nan, David and Emma over so they ll took turns (fought for) holding the baby and entertaining Olivia. There was a minor mishap when Mike was draining the potatoes and tipped them all ito the washing up bowl but that was quickly remedied. (Err by making a new batch, not fishing them out!) Dinner was lovely - even if I do say so myself and generally it was a relaxed, enjoyable day. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I've started the new year with lots of plans for 2011. I want to get fit and in shape...not only for health reasons but also so I can fit back into my clothes. Nothing fits and I'm loathe to buy new stuff when all I need to do is a bit of tummy/thigh toning. I also want to properly get back to writing and put plans in place to start working freelance. I am due back to work at the end of September but three days working will require six days nursery payments so the cost for childcare will swallow up all my wages. If I had a proper career it would be worth it for a while to keep up with things but my job is no longer satisfying me as it used to so I need to think of changing now. My strengths are in copy-editing/writing and proofreading so I will concentrate on that and commercial writing whilst writing fiction in the bckground in the hope that I can be brave enough to try and get something published. And strong enough to take the inevitable knockbacks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So that's us up to date for now. I'm going to post some photos from the last few months. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">xx</span>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-90726641558559228522010-07-15T12:34:00.003+01:002010-07-15T12:36:34.924+01:00Insomnia<span style="font-family:arial;">These past few weeks, the heat combined with my 4676548 nightly toilet visits have had me staring at the ceiling while the minutes loudly tick by in my head. It has brought to mind a poem I wrote many years ago when a diet of chocolate and caffeine had the same effect.<br /><br />Alone at night,<br />I lie in my bed,<br />And listen for sounds.<br />Is everyone dead?<br /><br />Admittedly this was written in the days preceding Mr K, a wriggling toddler and a small cat that streeeeetches. These days I can only dream of an <em>entire bed</em> to myself. Well, I would possibly dream of such a thing…if I could sleep!</span>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-23113297925537903052010-07-15T12:33:00.000+01:002010-07-15T12:34:12.193+01:00My Life in Haiku<span style="font-family:arial;">It's been a fairly mundane week of the usual merry-go-round of work, cooking, fighting against the tidal wave of laundry and dishes and a parenting style that can best be described as benign neglect. (Read: too many biscuits too little discipline). I've been thinking about haiku recently, probably my favourite poetry form. If only my life could be contained in a short, succinct way instead of the over spilling barely-organised chaos that working five days a week has reduced it too. So, here is a summary of my week in haiku form. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Oh beautiful bump<br />Growing steadily each day;<br />Heartburn, you kill me.<br /><br />Out, out dirty dust,<br />Futile is my constant chase<br />You settle the next day.<br /><br />Fruit, veg, five a day<br />I strive for better eating,<br />Does chocolate count?<br /><br />Oh the joyous joy,<br />Of bathtime with a toddler<br />Bathroom needs flood gates.<br /><br />Work; same time each day,<br />Working hard to pay the bills.<br />Taxman you rob me.<br /><br />Garden of delights,<br />Or haven for wildlife.<br />It's all perspective.</span>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-72264283096237347812010-07-09T11:39:00.002+01:002010-07-09T12:28:05.824+01:00Relaxing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXihEiAJQsBR9sTDofege9oLthK0bVIp3PKKmHuKI7OESi6htfJFJiNDWOzkF8i3KgWu8BX-Pm-JSVEVMrpzKjzHoQNWSDiI1AyYVOMSRbDdPzdpR-jeIlsasmAAB6ayAoSCmInJRzwSEZ/s1600/P1030583.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXihEiAJQsBR9sTDofege9oLthK0bVIp3PKKmHuKI7OESi6htfJFJiNDWOzkF8i3KgWu8BX-Pm-JSVEVMrpzKjzHoQNWSDiI1AyYVOMSRbDdPzdpR-jeIlsasmAAB6ayAoSCmInJRzwSEZ/s320/P1030583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491855036860008146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqLbPdiQw60WmI6r_3fSFluLd3sTxvj4B0b0_V69H62lJBEXCkzG8lPmSyIXCoKDqHsFDP6qtNknRp_HkfB69MoAVhIC_aLe5LR4XjtXWdHkloI5e7HpnsX-UTa47FbrSyngfdRiGDhS2S/s1600/P1030563.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqLbPdiQw60WmI6r_3fSFluLd3sTxvj4B0b0_V69H62lJBEXCkzG8lPmSyIXCoKDqHsFDP6qtNknRp_HkfB69MoAVhIC_aLe5LR4XjtXWdHkloI5e7HpnsX-UTa47FbrSyngfdRiGDhS2S/s320/P1030563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491855031435362146" border="0" /></a>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-48553572893254831422010-07-09T11:35:00.001+01:002010-07-09T11:36:59.896+01:00Shell Angel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhav5G6TnwsTIlsrUHndouZ5vgpSOqozPaHRu-bYtfnviSSi-Yn3RymYNhe-V7K5WOyzuD2ix8wXOVqL4byPsWuoDqNCz2Fy7QxQE17lTptgmB5qDSiEj1P1o8-j4fsDf0lYIlnO4Vt7zd8/s1600/P1030646.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhav5G6TnwsTIlsrUHndouZ5vgpSOqozPaHRu-bYtfnviSSi-Yn3RymYNhe-V7K5WOyzuD2ix8wXOVqL4byPsWuoDqNCz2Fy7QxQE17lTptgmB5qDSiEj1P1o8-j4fsDf0lYIlnO4Vt7zd8/s320/P1030646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491853579657002370" border="0" /></a>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-77269546001625930132010-07-09T11:31:00.000+01:002010-07-09T11:35:17.916+01:00Beach life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrUhHUeDfBJZ4TeGSUbYKRG5fdh2-3M0UoBhbv-kvRJ2w79zEXatWDm6cmy0kyDirGUazWIm66rnHyeLgXEfV06hq2hurjpzVLBc8jCc3XYo4mZjoK6nRk5vr9PpjlqXCQNbe2wWiO9Wf/s1600/P1030581.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrUhHUeDfBJZ4TeGSUbYKRG5fdh2-3M0UoBhbv-kvRJ2w79zEXatWDm6cmy0kyDirGUazWIm66rnHyeLgXEfV06hq2hurjpzVLBc8jCc3XYo4mZjoK6nRk5vr9PpjlqXCQNbe2wWiO9Wf/s320/P1030581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491852845770326738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I absolutely love this photo of Olivia in St Gille de Croix. It was a beautiful warm day and the beach was practically empty.<br /><br /></span>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-65460566723795549632010-07-09T11:14:00.001+01:002010-07-09T11:30:38.415+01:00It's been a long time coming...<span style="font-family: arial;">Well, things sudddenly got very hectic after my first,(and only), post. I took on a secondment at work which meant I was working five days a week and then found out I was pregnant! So it's been a very busy few months. I sailed through my last pregnancy with Olivia and fully expected to do the same this time but alas it has been a health rollercoaster. It started with morning(!) sickness. What a misnomer that is. I was ill 24 hours a day - I was even waking up at night feeling ill. On top of that I caught flu - not of the swine variety thank goodness - which totally knocked me of my feeet. Not long after that I slipped a disc and was laid up for another week. Then the dizziness started. After about 3 months of feeling like the world was slipping away from me everytime I stood up I ended up in hospital last Saturday after I collapsed and was non-responsive for about half an hour. Mike called an ambulance and I came round on the way to hospital. It turns out I am anemic after all and am now signed off for the week and have a hefty dose of iron tablets. I'm just starting to feel a little better but am still getting very bad headaches and everything absolutely exhausts me. I have to rest after a walk up the stairs! Oh and while we were away camping in France I developed an infection in my sinus. Nice. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So after nearly a week of enforced sofa rest I suddenly remembered I had started this blog. As I have managed to get this old laptop of mine up and running again I thought I should restart it. Obviously my body is telling me to sloooow down somewhat. I've pretty much written off July in terms of getting any big projects done as I don't think I'll be up to it, it's going to take about that long to get my iron levels back up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I think that's up-to-date? Am off to publish some photos of our week away.</span>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866676716040439660.post-91825151350740475692010-02-09T13:47:00.000+00:002010-02-09T14:08:54.065+00:00Howdy...<span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Well, this is my first ever post in the blogging world. I'm taking inspiration from Virginia Woolf and her decree that all women should have a room of one's own. So, metaphorically this is my room.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">It's a space for me to keep all the lists that currently sweep and swirl around my head, waking me at silly o'clock in the morning to gently remind me for the 567287563748 time that there is STUFF that needs doing. And things I would like to do. And ideas for household projects. And websites I like. And information I need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I want to do so much and see so many things and I don't know if this is a manic period but I find that I am so busy trying to remember what I </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">need</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> to do that I forget what I </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">want</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> to do. So, here I am, organising my life in a handy scrolling format.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The name of the blog comes from this quote;</span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:100%;" >The sweetest sounds to mortals given<br />Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven.<br />~William Goldsmith Brown</span><span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></span>Becky Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12165404892283842981noreply@blogger.com0