Tommy's learnt some new phrases. It's quite exciting because for the first time, they're not just words or expressions. He now says 'it's a' (usually car) and 'look at the'. He's also, thanks to teletubbies, learnt to say bu'erfly. He sings too. The song goes 'Tubbies. LaLa.' over and over again. Ocasionally you can convince him to throw in Po but he always goes back to the same. He sung it all the way from Canary Wharf to Seven Sisters yesterday.

Once a month we take him to Baby Praise which he seems to enjoy (as long as we're not in the room with him - we spy on him from the upper levels of the church). From this, he's picked up the way they pray. This weekend he's been grabbing our hands and putting them together, putting his together, and then saying his little prayers.

There are times when motherhood doesn't impress me overly much. Times like this evening, when I get back from work to ind Yuri and Tommy waiting in reception (just like I'd asked), with Tommy projectile vomiting all over the floor.
I can forgive the poor boy for being sick. That's not nice. What gets me is the moment he'd had his sick-covered jacket removed, he climbed up on one of the chairs and started grinning like the cheshire cat. Obviously the whole episode was quite amusing for some.

Grrr

Have put in all my links, but whatever I do, they don't appear (seems that they're there, but the text is black and I can't sort it).
Why is blogger so complex?

Saturday Tommy kicked off his shoe and didn't tell me until we were on the bus. Cue purchase of new pair (grrr) and subsequent finding of missing shoe on the way home.

Sunday I realised that Saturday's sore/scratchy throat wasn't the result of not drinking enough (as per usual), but the start of a stinking cold that's leaving me sick, headachy, dizzy and unable to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time.

Monday my big achievement was actually making it to weight watchers (having found a trip to the shops to get Nurofen (and they are only across the road) too much to handle). I probably shouldn't mention that I had to get Yuri to come with me because I wondered if it was too much for me to get there on my own (and it's only two blocks from home). Another two pounds gone this week though.

And today my big achievement is managing to do the washing up, although I feel worse now than I did when I started. I guess I won't be tackling that huge ironing pile later.

I love you!

Yuri had done something wrong. As with all minor things he does wrong, his standard response was "I looove you!"

Now whenever he hears someone say "I love you" he says back to them "love you". How cute can this boy get. This one almost made me cry.

A few weeks back Tommy learned a word we'd rather he hadn't. We assume (although we're not positive) that the only place he could've learnt this word was from his aunt's fiancee.

Last night he heard someone shout it as we were getting on the bus. It took me a while to realise it, but he had started to repeat it over and over again.

Barking his name and a very stern look stopped that one, but for how long?

The party last night was great fun. Silly games involving pieces of paper stuck to backs and eggs amongst other things. Tommy was well behaved and after the initial shock of being thrust into a small room full of people, he and his friend proceeded to make more noise than everyone else put together (and we are a noisy bunch).

Most mornings the three of us leave together, going our separate ways at the gate. This morning, Tommy started waving goodbye to me before we'd even got to the gate, and carried on waving as I crossed the road and walked off. How sweet!

It's been an eventful few days.

Saturday night Yuri and I went to the praise party/valentines day party at the church. I was really good fun. Tried my hand (or should I say feet) at salsa dancing and although I was pretty much awful, I still enjoyed it.

Sunday we went to meet our new cell groups. Tommy made a new friend, who I'm sure will now be referred to as the dynamic duo. They were little terrors together. The only down point was when they found a bottle of flash bathroom cleaner and it got sprayed in Tommy's eyes. His scream alone shocked the life out of me and I was running around in a mad panic trying to wash the stuff out. Yuri later told me that the only reason he wasn't worried was that as a kid, he'd drunk some of the stuff. I did resist the temptation to mention that the effects were obvious. Still, once Tommy had recovered from the shock he was fine, and the boys spent a fair while chasing each other up and down the hall screaming at the top of their voices. Our poor friends are going to have complaints from their neighbours!

And last night was weigh in night. I'd been such a pig all week I was totally prepared to have put on weight. Imagine my shock when I realised I'd lost another 4lbs. That's a stone in total and I am so happy. Only another 3lbs to go and I'll have lost 10% of my starting body weight.

It's good news though. I've got a party to go to on the first weekend in April and it's eveningwear. Not that I've got the money to go out and buy eveningwear anyways, but I'm even less inclined to knowing that at this stage in my diet, I'll only ever get to wear said item once. It hardly justifies spending the best part of £100. And I need to get new shoes too - as the only ones theat I could wear are stuck in a suitcase in Sao Paulo.

Shoes are sorted - I found the Office sale shop on my walkies today. Now I've issued myself with a challenge: to fit into my prom dress that I wore when I was 15. That sounds bad, I know. But it's not as bad as it sounds. It's only a 16 so that's really only another dress size. The real problem is finding a bra to wear with it. It needs to have crossing straps and to be backless. Now that was difficult enough when I was a 36C. Now (although this is a rough guess coz I need to get buy more in the right size) I'm a 34J. I know available ranges have improved somewhat in recent years, but I wonder if they've improved this much. We shall see...

It's payback time!

Tommy has developed a new obsession: feeding us our food. He only has to see a fork now and he's stabbing at the nearest edible item and trying to stuff it into someone's mouth.

It's payback time for all the times we tried to get him to eat another mouthful when he first started 'food' and since then, when he's just being stubborn and plain awkward.

I hate to think what's to come in the next few years.