I’m throwing this question out there, then again in a way I might be just stepping up onto my soap box. I promise I won’t be up here long. So I don’t have a pregnancy story or a birth story or something like that (well at least not yet – maybe one day I guess) so what qualifies me as a “Mummy Blogger”?.
Then again is it one of those titles that carriers with it massive negative connotations. I went off to google “Mummy Blogger” really I wanted a definition if that was possible but then got sucked into one of those internet worm holes that sucks your time and then you realise that you only had meant to read that first link but then read five and your hot drink is now cold. Anyway, I googled, I didn’t come up with anything but then again with the blog posts that popped up I’m wondering if those negative connotations go further that just a tiny opinion in this massive world. First up, there was the New Statesmen website followed by The Guardian.
So are there other bloggers out there blogging about being foster parents and do they struggle to find other foster mummy bloggers like I do? And do we count as Mummy’s in the same way (the debate of whether Mother’s Day counts for Foster Mum’s took a chunk of Mother’s Day weekend a couple of weekends ago.
Now what has prompted this……….well when Our Sidekick came to live with us in a rash moment I signed up to various newsletters etc. One being for Brit Mums – I figured that there had to be someone out there who was in a similar boat, well I’m guessing there is but for now I still feel like the odd one out – so someone, anyone please tell me I’m not the only blogging foster mum!
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Joining with Sar from [Life of Love] and Syndal from Synfully Delicious.
This Weekend I… spent Saturday afternoon with my Mum – pretty much unplanned. I’ve been working on a blanket and needed Mum’s help as its not a regular pattern like the baby blanket I made (pictures to follow tomorrow in fact!). We managed to get the square to fit together and I crocheted small squares to fill in gaps while Mum started to see the squares together. By the end of the afternoon we had a blanket and I just had to go home and finish it off. While crocheting away we had Unforgettable playing on the DVD player. It was one of Mum’s presents.
This Weekend I…. watched far too much Drop Dead Diva – I’m about three quarters through Season 4 which means I’m about to run out of episodes to watch – I don’t think we get the right channel to receive it on our TV so I might have to wait until Netflix add Season 5 after transmission. Next is either the rest of Numb3rs, The Killing or starting at the very beginning of Downton Abbey.
This Weekend I…. watched the season finale of Call The Midwife – and cried lots! And shouted at the iPad too! The two storylines that have had me shouting at the TV have been the Vicar and Jane and the Doctor and Sister Bernadette. I imagine that this would be me, Cat and My Mum in a crisis – we’d be crocheting or knitting away to pass the worry in a productive way. (Screenshot from BBC iPlayer on iPad).
This Weekend I… well we celebrated Foster Mother’s Day in our own way. It didn’t go quite right to start with but I was presented with a gorgeous picture of a rose that Our Sidekick drew for me, then this evening me and Our Sidekick played “The Fancy Pants Game” or something like that on the Xbox. I beat him twice or something like that. We then had family date night and played a card game called In A Pickle.
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Today is Mother’s Day here in the UK (why is it on a different day in the US for example?). A friend of mine is celebrating her first Mother’s Day and she’s super excited about it.
I sorted presents and a card for my Mum early last week so I was all organised (Especially as I’ll have three mums to organise for this year). But before that I had lunch with my friend B, we were talking about whether anything would happen at church for Mother’s Day (aka Mothering Sunday), in the past there’s been a tub of Celebrations or something similar handed out by the kids to all the ladies in the church whether they are mums or not.
In this particular conversation it diverted to how it can be difficult and rally hard for those ladies who aren’t mothers for whatever reason when Mother’s Day comes around. It can also be difficult for sons and daughters who have lost their mothers (or in my case a Granddaughter who lost her Grandma).
Then I got to think about it yesterday afternoon while working on the blanket for Chris’s Auntie’s housemate with my Mum. What about foster mothers? Okay so in some cases (like mine) they didn’t do the biological mum bit first so does that make them/me any less of a mother?
Then I got thinking back to those ladies who aren’t mothers. Within my friendship group there are mothers with one child, mothered with two or more children but there are also ladies who aren’t mothers but these have all influences and inspired me and cared for me on some occasions like my mum would for me. There are some of these ladies that I’m closer to and refer to as my “second mothers”. So what can I do to celebrate the amazing inspiring women that they are on a day that is angled at mothers. Well that’s the big thought ticking round my brain…..
How do you celebrate Mother’s Day? How are you celebrating with your mother or your children?
Joining with Sar from [Life of Love] and Syndal from Synfully Delicious.
This Weekend I… grabbed lunch with my friend B. We met at Jaffa and chatted about kids work and how life is in general. There were two kids playing outside the cafe and some of the older people were commenting on what they were doing and if they were causing trouble.
This weekend I…took photos of the baby blanket ready to mail it off – first it had to be shown in the flesh to two friends at church. They both thought it was amazing.
This weekend I… watched more of Drop Dead Diva – I think that my friend looks like Brooke (she plays Jane). It’s for an Ally MacBeal vibe.
This weekend I… went back to knitting. Just for one project I think – then probably back to the crochet – we’ll see! Chris made a whole comment about how I didn’t knit!
This weekend I… watched Elementary with Chris while Our Sidekick was at the youth group. We then tried to watch an episode of The Simpsons but it kept being glitchy.
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At the end of last week I wrote a huge to do list – I think in total it had about 50 things on it – mainly to do with writing blog posts and getting them scheduled in the right places (I decided that if I could schedule the Sunday posts earlier in the week then I could have a “day off” from blogging and still stick with in my “blog each day for a year” challenge with MellyWho (who is awesome and could do with a comment hug so please jump over there and drop her a comment – she’d love it!).
Anyway, so I got thinking about traditions and what makes a tradition – so in true style I ran off to the OED website for a dictionary definition.
So I’m pretty sure that a lot of the traditions outside of Christmas are pretty much our own inventing rather than picking one families traditions over the other. Pancake day is one that both sides of the family did but in their own ways.
If Shrove Tuesday fell in half term (which it did for part of the country but not for Bedfordshire this year) then we’d often have a cooked dinner followed by pancakes but not any particular pancakes – they were Grandma specials! She’d often make them on the Monday then stick them in the freezer and defrost them Tuesday morning or something like that. I just remember there being pancakes and then Rich and I feeling stuffed for the rest of the afternoon! If Shrove Tuesday fell during school term then we’d have pancakes for tea. Even the fillings were a treat, Grandma, would often get cherry pie filling especially. I’d have that with ice cream every time – probably increased the feeling of exploding!
Now we’ve both grown up and haven’t been to Grandma’s on a Tuesday for tea in a while but we have taken the traditions to our own groups – I’m not sure whether Rich had pancakes or not but Our Sidekick and I had the pancakes sorted.
I got in from work and we got started on the pancakes. As unimpressed as he was I got Our Sidekick to read the recipe and weigh out the ingredients while I did bits around the kitchen. We then swapped positions and I cooked the pancakes. Rather than sitting down between rounds we pretty much munched through our pancakes while the next ones cooked in the pan.
- 110g/4oz plain flour
- pinch of salt
- 2 eggs
- 200ml/7fl oz milk mixed with 75ml/3fl oz water
- Sift the flour and the salt.
- Make a well in the middle and crack the eggs in there. Whisk in the eggs. It’ll go a bit doughy and might stick to your whisk.
- Add the milk/water mix and stir in all the flour.
- Add a little bit of oil or butter to your hot pan. Grab a ladel and put some of your mixture into the pan. The first pancake always tends to be a bit dodgy – I’m not sure why but there is some logic to it or so I’m told!
- When the mixture has “set” and gone a golden sort of colour flick the pancake over and finish side two. Serve with your choice of filling. My favourite is chocolate buttons, banana and vanilla ice cream or cherry pie filling and ice cream.
If you live in the UK you’ll know how we were hit by a bunch of snow in the last week – especially in the lady 24-48 hours.
I called a customer at work yesterday to tell her that her order wouldn’t be with her until Monday at the earliest. She said that she completed understood given how crazy the weather was. She was in South Wales.
We watched the now gradually get worse throughout the morning. I snapped a picture and emailed it to my colleague in the US. I imagine that she laughed when she saw it given that they had a couple of feet of snow rather than a few centimetres like we had in Bedford.
We were let out early from work because we weren’t sure how clear the roads would be and given it had taken my manager nearly two hours to do a forty five minute journey it made sense to leave while we had the opportunity. I signed into my work email when I got home as I could at least do that given my manager had let us out early.
I had plans to go out in the evening and wasn’t sure that it would be okay but actually the roads between my house and my friends house were clear and the end bit where it wouldn’t be 100% clear I could walk the rest of the way.
I had an amazing and lovely time at my friends house. It was lovely to hang out with my second mum, my adopted auntie (in that way that the little kids at church call us Auntie Hannah and Uncle Chris or Auntie Hannah and Auntie Chris in one case – thank you Mini Fairy!). We were also joined by another friend after the youth group. We had Indian food for tea – I had a korma with boiled rice as it was the least spicy on the whole menu and shared a garlic naan with adopted Auntie and shock horror I actually liked it and it was really yummy – I think with a spoon and more naan, i’d have eaten the rest of the sauce out of the takeaway tin. Well done Alamein you might have converted me.
I headed home via my parents house to collect the boys and at 10:30/11pm last night we had a late night snow ball fight on the green near our house. It was crazy and lovely and made me love my crazy little family even more.
Today started with an epic lay in for both me and Our Sidekick. Mine finished around 10am when Chris phoned me but I was feeling not right – my head was hurting so I think I had over slept.
On the other hand a lazy start gave me time to get my head round the day. I was catching up with my Uncle and his new family members. Then a crochet class in the afternoon. My two people didn’t show up but it’s okay – coffee with my uncle had been an extra hour and then I got to hang with my parents and talk spreadsheets with my Dad and watch the first two episodes of Season 8 of Bones (and borrow Season 7 from my Mum).
In my brain world/consciousness there are certain events that have to happen for me to feel like Christmas really is round the corner. Growing up it used to be when Mum started playing a specific album (which I downloaded last year when I was editing the script for the church Christmas production). Now there are other things, there are two adverts (one and two) that me and my Mum both look out for, the last two years I’ve been to the Royal Albert Hall for the Messiah from Scratch concert which screams Christmas (albeit it tunefully while doing an impression of an opera singer!)
Christmas officially starts with the carol service at my parent’s church. The last few years I’ve sung as part of the band, this year a visiting choir came to sing at the service. It was good fun to be in the audience instead but I think I was bugging the boys by singing along.
Next up was the Christmas Production at church, I guess it’s a nativity but there’s extended bits so it’s more of a production that just a nativity. This year I was part of the writing team, I also got cast as Elizabeth in the lead up to the Nativity bit. I was a bit reluctant to have a speaking part as I always used to go blank when I got onto the stage, whereas I can remember song lyrics most of the time.
Work started to wind down and by Christmas Eve it was really quiet. I spend most of the morning answering the phones or filing and generally keeping busy. By about lunchtime I’d finished as much as the archiving as I could do as I had ran out of archive boxes.
Following work I headed down to The Fountain as me and Jollie Rog were singing Christmas Carols to entertain the customers – in the end of a lot of customers joined in. Straight after our carol singing, Brains arrived as we were going to have a catch up while she was back for Christmas – especially as she’s moving even further away in a few weeks to start her new job. Afterwards I headed home and my in-laws had arrived for a Christmas Meal. We watched a movie before dinner then played xBox and watched another film after dinner.
Christmas Day was at home – following church we made dinner and opened presents. I got two books and three DVDs. From Mum and Dad I got a kit to make macaroons (the pretty coloured ones that seem to appear everywhere but Bedford!) and a crochet kit. My brother got me the DVD of Season 5 of The Big Bang Theory so there’s about 20 episodes or something like that on there so that will keep me occupied for a little while! We went for a walk in the afternoon then headed to my parents for tea – we then played board games.
Boxing Day started with a really lazy day, the boys went out in the morning and I spent most of the morning watching TV (Chris had got me a two month pass for Netflix as my Christmas present – I watched a whole chunk of Warehouse 13!) In the afternoon we headed over to my Mum’s house, we hung out with my family and caught up. After tea we had fireworks that my brother had saved especially for Christmas. We then played board games in the evening.
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Hello one and all. So as I write this I’m sat in my friend’s dining room discussing the music choice with some other friends. Wishing you all a Happy New Year!! Have a great night whatever you are up to.
Hope 2013 brings you all the things you hope and wish for.
Joining with Lauren from The Little Things We Do.
1. ”The best way to spread Christmas cheer is…”- singing Christmas songs at the top of my lungs in the car, wishing customers Happy Christmas – it kinda depends on if they are in a good mood or not as to whether it works or not!
2. The holiday season is usually a bit crazy. Between Church events, concerts and then present buying I go a little made. It’s December 1st and NaNoWriMo is over now so I’m going to get my butt in gear and get my Christmas shopping sorted.
3. When it comes to holiday decorating… it doesn’t happen until about the 15th, too early and it looks silly, too late and I run out of time. There’s two houses on my way to work and they already have their lights up. It’s making me feel more Christmassy, and also cheers me up on my way home when I’ve had enough.
4. The thing I look forward to most about the holidays is getting ready for catching up with family and things like that.
5. My favourite holiday tradition is decorating the tree as a family. Our first Christmas was interesting when Chris decorated the tree without me……..
6. This year my Christmas plans includehang with Chris and Our Sidekick, hang with Mum and Dad, catch up with my cousins, Aunt and Uncle.
7. My favourite holiday food is I think mince pies – I didn’t really like them when I was younger but they’ve grown on me as I’ve grown up.
Technically there is an introduction to this post and you can find it here.
I’m not entirely sure how many parts there will be to this – also maybe in a year or two I’ll add more parts as I continue my journey but let’s start with Part One.
It’s getting towards the end of April and my Mum’s getting ready for her first baby to arrive on the scene. I’m not sure if Mum knew I was a girl before I arrived or whether I was a surprise – maybe I need to ask her that. So the 27th April arrives and as far as my Mum is aware I’m due in about three weeks time – around the 19th May. A chunk of the country are looking westwards to Russia to see if the cloud from Chernobyl is coming this way (which it did!)
Well clearly like a lot of things being late bugs me (I mean it really bugs me!) so contractions start and my Mum goes into labour. It’s get to mid afternoon and I arrive in the world but I’m 3 weeks premmie and so I’m parked in an incubator for a little while.
My cousin D arrives about 3 and a bit, almost four weeks after me so we had each other to get into trouble.
Around two years later, my brother arrives on the scene. I’m almost two and a half. In this picture clearly we’re a bit older than that. I think given the bits in the background we must have been camping which was a regular family thing to do. (The first time I went on a ferry I was probably about 13 or 14 and I didn’t go on a plane until I was 19 or 20).
Church was a major part of our lives from a young age and I think I was going to church pretty much every Sunday after I was born (okay I missed some through holiday and sickness but you catch my drift – it was always there).
Around the age of 4 or 5 I started going to Sunday School at Renhold Chapel. I remember being in my Grandma’s group for Sunday School and it being more fun when she taught rather than when Mr J taught. We’d meet in the “Sunday School Room” which was behind the pulpit in the chapel.
I remember loving Sunday School but questioning my sanity during some of the “grown-up” services. On the first Sunday of the month it would be family service so we might get some songs from Junior Praise, a game or a puzzle. If it was the “grown-up” services, we’d either have songs from Mission Praise or have hymns from the Sankey Hymn book. If it was a Sankey Sunday and we got the choice, I’d always pick Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam if I got to pick one mainly because it was the only one I properly knew from the book. (Now I know a few more!)
About the same age I started at Hills Lower School, I started on half days in the EYU and then headed up through the school until Year 4. I loved gym and dance as well as playing the recorder, I think I can blame this for the future adventures.
I think I’ll leave it there for now, it was supposed to be bite size and WordPress is telling me I’m on 530ish words – oh dear!