My flats debutan

I don't know why but Auntie Wendys impending visit really made me feel like i was having to display my prowess as a mother and homekeeper. I don't really think Wendy minded what state anything was in, but knowing that she had been to my sister-in-laws three story west London palace, was staying with my mother-in-law in her 1950's themed tranquil flat, and had requested to see our place i was worried.

I cant help it, but it felt like my chance to put our lifestyle on display to be judged, despite not acknowledging any desire for comparison, had arrived. Our little two bedroomed, cream, affordable TV watching flat complete with planned baby was to go on display. I think i half passed. The house was wonderfully clean and tidy, the baby clean and dressed, and performed smiles on cue. However, my mother-in-law brought the lunch with her, and washed it up. Auntie Wendy was very nice about our flat, and i think she liked it without compare. I also forgot that she would have an active 3 year old with her (her son) and children offer an endless distraction from the real world, perhaps she didnt notice that i'm not orgnised enough to prepare a proper lunch (in fact the thought fills me with dread- what do real adults eat for lunch? Certainly not McDonalds, or a cheese sandwich at a push?)

However, I think i passed, i think i am adult woman (who can keep house but not arrange lunch).... but not adult enough to get rid of my tongue piercing or give up wanting to dye my hair navy blue.

Now roll on the pirate murder mystery party! No adults allowed.

One body

The bible says we are like one body, all involuntarily joined, all living breathing cells each with their own different purpose, some ugly areas, some beautiful but all equally as necessary.

Due to Starbucks slowing Xss and I's life down, we have been enjoying very lazy weekends wandering around London. This weekend we went to Maltby Street market- some might label 'the new borough market' (its not far away from borough and sells overpriced food but that is where the similarities end). It was great to wander through this reclamation yard, buy a coffee and croissant and sit on the old mismatched pews and tables enjoying the intermittent sun (well intermittent not rain). Starbucks is so laid back its almost like she isn't even with us, although occasionally she will wake up and smile at us, adding a little more joy to the day.

I love exploring London, especially near London Bridge, and i realised why. The area is 'up and coming' and developing, changing daily, and we are part of it. Living in London is a bit like being part of a body, ever evolving and growing. You can see it change before your eyes, and its crazy when you look at how some areas (again Bermondsey/London Bridge in particular) have changed over just 5 years, the people, the buildings, the feel. And we are all part of this, and it feels good.
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Tomorrow Auntie Wendy comes- look like a startled hare in the lights- it feels like my debutant into adulthood. Have cleaned the house and the baby doggedly so hope i score high. I am still a kid, but desperate to prove myself as a woman who can keep house, not just play it. Will keep you posted on how it went.

Also Starbucks has learnt to laugh. It was probably the best moment of my life. Honestly. Amazing and unbelievable.

Our Baby's like puppies?

Do you regularly answer the question, 'Where is your baby?' with 'asleep in her basket?' - YES.
Is your baby so sweet that when people see you walking along the street with her they say, 'ahhhhhh' as you pass?- YES
Does a baby bite your finger when you put it in their mouth? - YES
Is the current trick you are working on, creating times when you are saying in a commanding voice to your baby, 'roll over, come on, roll over'? - YES
Do you want to give you baby a biscuit when she does something right in order to encourage her to do it again?- YES
Does your baby have a waggly tail?- NO.

In conclusion our baby is mostly like a dog, but not entirely. A cute one, that smells nice, but ultimately very puppy like. She has now mastered the roll over trick, which is not cool, as last night i spent an hour trying to get her to go to sleep on her back at 4-5am rather than doing what she wanted, which was to determinedly and continuously roll over on to her front and then begin crying once there, needing me to turn her back to keep the peace.

Its hard to reason with these little people, but why keep rolling onto your front if you don't want to be on your front? It's a mystery.

How do you know your baby is at the height of fashion?

When you turn up at a mother and babies meet up and your baby not only as the same outfit as another, but also a matching haircut!!

Ameilia and Starbucks.