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Ouch!

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Today, as la famille Richmond took a moment to sit on the grass during a lovely afternoon stroll in Richmond Park, I was head-butted on the nose by Richmond Baby. Ouch! I’m assuming she didn’t do it on purpose, she’s a pretty sweet-natured little baby girl, but all the same, it frickin hurt and it made my eyes water. Luckily for me the very kind and supportive Richmond Daddy was on hand to soothe me by kissing it better take this photo:

It

I’m now clocking up quite a catalogue of injuries hanging out with my baby girl and at the rate I’m going, it’ll remain to be seen whether or not I make it to Christmas in one piece! So far…

  • I get clumps of my hair pulled out on a daily basis – this combined with the amount of hair I’ve been losing postpartum will leave me sporting the Sinead O’Connor look by sometime late November I should think
  • The nose head-butting incident of today is not the only area of my face to have been head-butted by that baby’s bonce… my cheekbones get it on a fairly regular basis as does my general eye/cheek area and that effing hurts
  • One of the most painful injuries I’ve endured has been a sharp pinching of my bingo-wings. Now this is painful for two reasons, one because I have to admit I have bingo-wings, ouch, and two, because it turns out that when baby fingers pinch that bit of skin about 5 cms down from your armpit, it is blinkin’ painful. Ouch, ouch!
  • Finger biting… possibly it was partly my fault because I left the house without a dummy, but when trying to keep Richmond Baby entertained with my fingers, she grabbed my index finger, shoved it in her mouth, and after a brief pause, during which she looked me smilingly in the eye, she clamped down on it with her newly arrived toothy-pegs. OUCH! Note to self, DO NOT FORGET DUMMIES IN FUTURE!
  • Does being puked on count as an “injury”? perhaps technically no, but when your darling daughter vomits into your mouth (yes, INTO YOUR MOUTH!!) then I think you can claim psychological if not physical injury. Ugh and ouch.
  • Daily facial slapping… this is distinctly different from the head-butting and instead involves being slapped across the face and neck by Richmond Baby’s flailing and rather uncoordinated hands. Ouch.
  • Being kicked in the neck/collar bone while rolling around “playing” on the bed. Ouch.

And it’s not just me that she’s abusing…

  • she’s scratched my mum’s nose sufficiently badly that it was pointed out during a facial my mum was enjoying the next day (it’s difficult to keep cutting those nails!)
  • she’s bitten my dad’s nose
  • she’s on a mission to destroy Richmond Daddy’s glasses (and Granddad Cox’ glasses) with a ubiquitous grabbing/throwing to the ground manoeuvre

We all love you very much Richmond Baby, but go easy on us would you?! particularly mummy… I’m wrecked enough without you adding injury to injury! Here’s hoping I make it to Wednesday without a black-eye…

Have you suffered at the hands of your little one? – share your pain..

This week I’m loving…

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Week Two.

It’s Monday, so that means it’s my weekly “This week I’m loving…” feature, which showcases something or some things that I am currently lovin’. The clue is in the name. Ahem. So, without further ado, this week I’m loving…

Argan Secret Miracle ’10′

After writing about my post-partum constant bad hair days (see here), I was delighted to be sent some magical ‘hair elixir from Marrakech’ to try out on my barnet.

Hair Elixir From Marrakesh

  A leave-in spray treatment, it is infused with Argan oil, which is renowned for its nutritive, cosmetic, and numerous medicinal properties. It also appears to smell blinkin’ amazin’ too!

You can use it on wet hair or dry and the claim on the bottle is that it will ‘solve all the hair problems you will ever have’. A bold statement indeed! More specifically it promises the following 1o amazing benefits: moisturises all hair types; protect hair during thermal styling; gives brilliant shine; detangles; controls frizziness, seals in hair colour; strengthens hair; prevents split ends; shields hair from sun and wind damage; absorbs quickly without greasiness.

I’ve been using it for just over a week now and I can honestly say that my hair feels INCREDIBLY SOFT, appears BEAUTIFULLY SHINY, and SMELLS DELICIOUS! So, whether or not it actually does all the stuff it promises, I shall continue to use it for these 3 reasons alone! You can buy it online by clicking here. Priced £15.49 for 118ml.

LeapFrog Learn & Groove Activity Station

Learn & Groove

Up until now, Richmond Baby has largely been happy to lie flat on her back kicking about in her baby gym, swatting hanging things and looking in the mirror (that’s attached, to the gym, good girl). But, as she’s getting a bit older and gradually much stronger, she now finds it quite frustrating to be lying down a lot and would rather be upright. A friend of mine had bought the LeapFrog Learn & Groove Activity Station for her little boy and after a trial run of it, I decided to buy one. Well, Richmond Baby is LOVING IT! It’s great when we’re at home to add to the variety of places to “put” her where she’ll be safe and also stimulated and entertained.

There’s upbeat music, fun sounds, lights, dance beats, and counting as well as the ABC,

Sing it Baby!

but perhaps my favourite bit (largely because of my own love of karaoke!) is the microphone, which sings out “ba-ba-do-wah” and “sing it baby” when she pulls it towards her (usually to slobber on and suck!).

Little ones from 4-12 months can enjoy playing in it and while it’s not cheap (£69.95 from Kiddicare), it’s worth its weight in gold for keeping her amused and she’ll get a fair few months use out of it, plus it might even teach her to salsa as well as learn her ABCs!

Amy Winehouse

Some will say it was inevitable, some will say she threw her life away, all I know is that as someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s friend, the loss of Amy Winehouse this week is undeniably sad and tragic. So young, so talented, so adored, and yet so flawed. But none of us are without our flaws are we? The fact that her addictions consumed her and left her addled and shambolic is tragic but it is not, in my view, something that should be shrugged off as “her own fault”.

I have always been a big fan of her music, I was lucky enough to see her perform three times and one of those was the night she sang in a live link-up to the Grammy’s in 2008, when she was awarded no less that 5 prizes. She was an incredible talent, an incredible voice, but also a very down-to-earth, regular girl. I met her once and when she was introduced to me she gave me a big hug and I had a squeeze of her infamous beehive. She was sweet, she was friendly, she was normal.

Regardless of what anyone else may say, what anyone else’s view may be, I believe that her songwriting and singing talent was immense and her music will continue to move people both now and in years to come. So this week, in particular, I shall be revisiting Back to Black and reminding myself of how brilliant every song on that album is and I’ll be remembering Amy Winehouse as she was before the addictions took hold, because that’s how I think she deserves to be remembered.

Rest in peace Amy xx

What are you loving this week?

Hair today, gone tomorrow (or rather, going now…)

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I am a new mum and my hair appears to be falling out.  Not in a serious Gail Porter kind of a way and not in an “I’m tearing it out because the baby keeps puking/poo-ing/wee-ing on me and I can’t keep up with the laundry” kind of a way, but definitely in a post pregnancy/birth fall out kind of a way.

Now I know that everyone will tell me this is perfectly normal and it’s nothing to worry about, and in truth I don’t appear to be in danger of actually going bald (although a widows peak could be a distinct possibility if I lose too much from the sides… oh god, I don’t want to end up looking like Eddie Munster come Christmas!), but I can’t help but find it alarming; particularly when it feels like handfuls of the stuff are coming out every time I wash my hair.

But actually, that’s not the most annoying part.  The most annoying part is looking across the bathroom floor and seeing what looks like a hair-carpet made entirely out of strands of my barnet that have tumbled to the ground after a quick morning brush.  And actually it’s not just the bathroom floor that’s become hair-coated.  It’s like my hair has become the Hansel & Gretel crumb trail that traces where I’ve been through the house.  Marking out where I may have momentarily rested my head, rushed through a room, or simply sign-posting ”Bianca woz ere”.  In fact god forbid that I were to (in a fit of uncharacteristic criminality) go forth and commit some sort of murder, burglary, or a spot of shop-lifting, forensics would have a field day and I’d be locked up by lunchtime.  Just saying.

Anyway, with most of it happily falling out of its own accord, it’s rather unfortunate timing that Richmond Baby’s latest thing is grabbing.  And grabbing with force.  A vice like grip in fact.  And her favourite thing to grab and grip you ask? – mummy’s hair.  Oh yes, no matter whether it’s tied up or hangin’ loose, she gets at it and she tugs.  Big time.  In fact only a few days ago she grabbed and gripped so hard she actually pulled out a clump from the back of my neck.  And f**k me did it hurt!  So I definitely have a small bald patch back there now, though mercifully I can conceal it without too much of a comb-over.

I’m starting to wonder whether I might be able to explore some sort of alternative career path or business venture with all this hair I’m losing and gathering.  I’m sure I read somewhere that Posh Spice used to get her extensions made out of real hair from Russian peasants or something.  I’m off to weave a wig…