Parenting archive

I became a parent in November 2009 and, as the cliché goes, my world turned upside down. PHP posts turned to pregnancy, midnight gaming turned to midnight (and 1am, and 2am, and ...) feeds. Here lies documented tales of poop, boobs, toddler tantrums and the nitty gritty that goes with being Mum.

New Nephew

My updates/postings have been somewhat sporadic of late because I’m supposed to be on holiday. I’ve been working my ass off to finish a football scores/data logging database for one of the guys at work and then mid way through — it’s babysitting time.

Anna was taken into hospital yesterday to be induced (she was 10 days over) and *insert hospital stuff here* she gave birth at about 11:20pm to a baby boy. I would say a little baby boy but at 10lbs 2oz he was far from little! Poor Anna, heh. Karl and I will hopefully see her and our new nephew tommorrow afternoon.

Anyway, back to the grindstone this week…

(Edit: I broke my tracker again. Stupid thing.)

Dirty Geek Joke

There are advantages to being in a ‘geek’ couple:

Karl: Ooh, a left boob and a right boob!
Jem: My boobs are relatively positioned.
Karl: Well, as long as the margins are the same..
Jem: No, I think my left margin is slightly bigger than my right.
Karl: So you could say that they’re marginally different?
Jem: Or that I’ve just got a bit of extra padding?

I heart my geeky Karl. He knows how to cheer me up. ;)

Shitty shit shit

So, this week has not been the best so far this year.

I got shipped from Computer Services to the Web Design office so I could do some designing (instead of the usual developing) which is all fine and funky, but I’m so used to designing for my own specifications I end up braindead and looking like a right twit. (Nothing new there then, I hear you mumble…)

Karl and I finally found a house that he liked in the right area with a low enough monthly rent — i.e. perfect for us. So we visited, it was great. Filled out the application forms (I reckon the only thing they didn’t ask was the colour of my pants) and Karl dropped them off this morning along with

Luckiest Girlfriend

I felt somewhat like the luckiest girlfriend in the world last night. Karl started his Summer Holidays on Monday, but because I was sick and didn’t go to work on Monday, yesterday was his first day alone. I left him two things to do: pick up a shelf-thingy from Homebase that they had on sale and peg the washing I’d started on the washing line.

I got back last night to not only discover that he’d bought a set of shelves and pegged the washing out (he did a good job too — I have high standards and I don’t like peg marks on clothes) but he also tidied and hoovered the bedroom, washed the bed linen and pegged them out to dry too. He had the kettle hot ready for a cup of tea for when I walked through the door and he’d started repainting the lean-to shelter on the back of the house.

I can just see him as a househusband.

Charlotte Types!

Say hello to my neice:

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As you can she, she’s already computer savvy…

Organ Donation

Since I was a kid, I always remember seeing a card in my brothers wallet stating he was an organ donor. I decided when I first saw it was something I’d like to do to — but is something I’ve never got ’round to doing. However, I saw something the other day which pointed out that you can now register online if you wish to donate organs should you die (err, well, when you die rather..)

I have signed up. I’ve signed up for me — because although I refuse to give blood (another argument for another day) I am quite happy to donate my organs when I die. I’ve also signed up for my brother (in memory, if you like). His organs couldn’t be donated, and therefore I feel I am at least doing something he may have wished for. Quite a nice touch, I think.

Anyway — if any of my British blogging friends are interested, the link is: uktransplant.org.uk.

Good Grandpa

My Grandpa has been visiting my sites, look at this lovely comment he left in my guestbook:

Well now, there’s a thing! I have been a writer, journalist, editor, etc, for some 40+ years, following in the literary talents of my dear departed mother, whose letters to me at school used to be wonderful indeed to read, so full of interest and information. Now I discover that though my children displayed little of that talent (?) the gift has been handed on to my grand daughter Jemma. Well done Jemma, you have made me proud that some of my family’s genes are identifiable in you. I wish for you a future where you may leave behind you an indication that “Jem was here” and that your imagination and talent will intrigue and interest others, and serve as a beacon for them to guide them on their way. You have scolded me over the past 19 years as a “bad Gran’dad” when I have teased you. Perhaps now you might see that some of that teasing was true, when I said “You’re going to be a ‘bobby-dazzler’ when you grow up”. Hang on to your determination, good sense and originality Jemma, it’s a tough old world. Gran’dad.

If there was ever a “best comment” award to be dished out to guestbook signers, I think this would be a winner. :D