Harri on the ladder on the success

Since my last post, Harri has yet again, astounded us all and has changed from the head turning demon girl from The Exorcist to little orphan Annie!! Constantly wanting cuddles and wanting to hold hands...where has Harri gone I ask myself and at the back of mind I'm waiting for that little switch to change back again...

It has happened...yet.

BUT...she still reminds us every now and again who's in charge...

Tonight, as she has done for the last 3 nights, she has gone to bed with NO nappy. Just PJs. All through the bedtime story, one of the girls was parping like a good'un, but both (unusually) were in denial.

At the last minute, just before saying good night, Harri asked to have a wee and a pooh. We tried, but to no avail and had I left her alone sat on the toilet, the toilet roll would have certainly been unrolled and stuffed down the toilet.

So, back to bed we went. Kissed goodnight to both Harri and Drew.

Within 5 minutes, we heard those immortal words on the intercom.

"I've done a pooh".

Quite rightly, Drew tried to correct Harri on her tenses and verbs and said "No Harri, you want a pooh".

"No" Harri replied and you could hear the smile in her voice. "I've DONE a pooh".

I looked and Jerry and he looked at me. We both pushed eachother to go and in the end we both knew that if it were true, both of us would be needed for the clearup operation.

As we entered the Princess' laire, we all knew she'd dropped her kids off at the pool...whiffee or what!!??

Jerry carried her under the arms to the just-washed bright white bath mat in the bathroom and I looked inside her PJs to assess the 'kids at the pool' who had appeared.

Harri thought it was quite funny and took great pleasure in watching her Daddy holding his breath as he often does in these leakage situations. Of course, Drew HAD to get out of bed and assess the damage and provide us with her viewpoint on the smell emminating from the PJ region. As we always have wetwipes close to hand, it wasn't as bad as I had first imagined and within a few minutes, we had her all cleared up and ready again for bed.

As I carried back to the bedroom, I couldn't believe the smell was worse in the bedroom! I suddenly realised that the inside of the PJ's wasn't all of it. There must have be more.

Pulling back Harri's bed cover, I held my breath this time and prepared for the worst...but there was nothing. Not a sausage...pardon the pun...but it stank!!

I asked Harri and I asked Drew...was there pooh I couldn't see? I turned on the light and there it was...carefully balancing on the 3rd step of the bunkbed ladder.

Now Harri sleeps on the bottom bunk, so how the rounded chunk happened to be all the way up there is a mystery and one can only imagine. Of course, the same thought crossed my mind at the same time as Drew...how Drew managed to miss stepping in this when she came down to assess the number two situation is nothing short of a miracle, but it was enough to send Drew over the edge into histerics and asking both of us to check her feet.

Luckily for Drew, her feet had escaped the horror that was Harri's rather 'rotund deposit', but it still took her about 30mins to calm down but Harri managed to go off to sleep pretty quickly. Funny that!

Anyone read Horrible Harriet...you should...it's Harriet Hartell ALL OVER!!!!!

Grey Stuff

I'm very black and white.

If I am presented with a challenge or face a problem, I will always search out the answer. Try everything to correct it. If I can't fix it, it annoys the bajeebers outta me! That's when I apparently need to accept not everything IS black and white.

Harriet certainly is NOT black and white.

I have held back completing and returning my Health Visitor toddler check form confirming all is well in the world of Harriet Hartell. Because every day is a different story.

You might be thinking she's no different from anyone elses 2.5yr old, but to me...she's unique.

She's driving me slowly insane again. She's back in nappies day and night because she thinks it's funny to pee and pooh anywhere but the toilet or the potty.

She continually taunts her sister, biting her usually leaving poor Drew with a bite mark. Drew always forgives her though.

Advice I have been given:
1. ALWAYS be in the same room as them to help prevent an occurance.
2. If you witness a potential biting, grab her arm and stick it in the way of her mouth so she ends up biting herself.
3. ALWAYS deal with victim first - lots of over the top snuggles and attention, whilst moving the biter away and saying "biting is wrong".
4. Don't make a big deal of the biting with the biter. Say - its wrong - leave it that. Whilst also remembering to get the biter to say sorry.
5. Leave her in nappies until she's begging to have pants again.
6. Go shopping for new pants for the older child so the younger can see whats she's missing.
7. Don't get angry
8. Don't hold a grudge
9. Make sure they are stimulated. Biting can sometimes come from bordem...not always though!
10. Make sure they play separately.

So, tomorrow I'm going to give this 10point list a go even though some of it sounds impossible.

Any other suggestions???

Spinning Plates

I originally wrote this in July 2010, but it's only NOW - Feb 2012 - that I feel that it is the right time to publish it...out there...

Amazing if you can do it. Even more amazing if you can maintain it. As a Mum of two children under the age of three and back to work - full time, I feel that spinning plates is a good metaphor for my fast-paced life right now.

For me, there are always lots of plates in the air above my head. Each plate representing different things I’m trying to manage in my life. One plate for working full time, one plate for being a housekeeper, one for being chief cook and bottlewasher, one plate for going food shopping, one plate for dogwalking, one plate for being a wife, two plates for being Mum and an entertainer. I have to keep them all spinning - or risk one or more of them falling and breaking.

Four weeks ago, all of my plates stopped spinning and fell to the floor. Not knowing what was going on, but feeling completely helpless, confused, frustrated and exhausted, I visited my GP for help. I’m sure I infuriated everyone in the waiting room as I was much longer than the 15 minutes they normally allow for an appointment, but after a long tear-filled discussion about how I had been feeling for some time, how my husband didn’t understand me and everything in life was his fault, she asked me to complete a standard health questionnaire.

Some of the multiple choice questions were scarily to the point. Thinking about whether I had ‘thoughts about ending my life’ brought it home to me how serious these feelings could potentially get. After completing the questionnaire, being ordered to take two weeks off work to rest and relax and handed some information about anti-depressants, I realised I was being diagnosed with depression. The Doctor suggested it could be anti-natal depression maybe as a result of the health problems we experienced with Harriet early on, but whatever the reason, it came under the umbrella of ‘depression’ and that in itself was a bit of shock to someone like me who has always felt in control, self-motivated and quite jolly and upbeat.

However, I hadn’t realised that I had managed to continue with this ‘mask’ whilst working, but at home I’d become the wicked witch of west with a bad hangover. Everything at home was going wrong and I just blamed my husband. Even when I knew it wasn’t his fault. I still blamed him and I couldn’t admit I knew I was wrong. If I think back, it must have started some months ago. The first sign being my periods stopping and I then sent out a search party for my libido but even the search party didn’t return! Stupidly I thought I was going through the menopause, but after being tested negative for that in May, I forgot all about it. Now it all makes sense and the missing piece of the puzzle has been found.

Two weeks after seeing the GP, I returned for a review and the Doc signed me off again for another two weeks, ordering MORE relaxation, but also said I had to get regular exercise to make my natural endorphins start working again. I love running, but it’s hard to get yourself motivated when your’re lacking in the very one quality you need! The Doctor handed me a prescription for anti-depressants with the a list of side effects as long as the Great Wall and I’ve now been taking those for two weeks.

So far, the only side effect I’ve experienced is continual yawning, so I’m constantly apologising to everyone in the queue in the post office and the lady at the till at Asda. They must think I’m so rude, but I don’t feel like I can say ‘sorry, it’s my medication’ just incase they order a white van and a one way ticket to Loonyville. Anyway, I think I was actually living in Loonyville up until I had a break from work! The other side effect is unfortunately lack of libido. I say unfortunately because it IS unfortunate - for other people. I, on the other hand, still have a libdo sunning itself somewhere on Libido Island, so it’s not really a problem for me. Anyway, I want to concentrate on getting my head back in working order. Make sure all the nuts and bolts are tightened up and the cogs are rotating correctly and then we’ll think about where my mojo has moved to.

As a result of this life-changing event in our lives, we’ve had to rethink our future. It’s clear that working full time AND running a house and bringing up two children is too much for me to take but even now, saying that feels weird, but since being signed off, my relationship with Jerry is no longer strained and I no longer feel angry or short-tempered. I still really can’t understand why I couldn’t make it all work, but I’m having to admit that I just can’t. I tried and I failed. And that’s how it feels if I’m honest. I feel like I failed. Friends and family will tell me I haven’t, but they can’t deny my feeling and that feeling of failure for now is real. Maybe it’s as a result of setting myself high expectations and I fully admit that, but I’m not going to waste time analysing the whys.

I’m now looking forward to making our lives more balanced and if that means reducing my hours at work, or even looking for a new part-time job, then if that what it takes, I’ll do it. It also means I’ll be able to spend more time with Drew & Harriet and that can’t be bad.

For many people, achieving a good quality of life IS dependent on striking a good balance between the demands of employment and responsibilities at home, combining their career with being the primary carer of their children. Factors at my office such as the advances in information technology, the quick response time expected, the importance attached to high levels of quality customer service, the provision of a blackberry so I can be constantly available and the pace of process change with its resultant adjustments all demanded my time. This coupled with the ever-advancing development of our two children and everything that goes along with that was too much.

So, I’m on the long road to recovery, and it might sound odd, but I’m glad this happened to us. This could have continued on for much longer and who knows where what situation we could have found ourselves in. We now have a golden opportunity to relook, rethink and rejig our lives. Create for ourselves a perfect balance of work and family. We know we might not get it right again, but there’s no reason why we can’t relook, rethink and rejig it again ‘til we get right.

As much as I thought I was, I just ain’t Superwoman.

(But I’m sure I’d look great in the outfit. Who knows maybe that’s the secret to my mojo returning!)

Written in July 2010

Classic Jerry

Three days into our holiday and Jerry has just realised what he's been using for hair gel........


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OCD again!

I finally have an opportunity to update my BLOG. The main reason for this is because Harri has turned the biggest corner and we can understand what she wants.

She's a mischeivious little so-and-so and you can see her innocent little face masterminding some plan to take over the Hartell household and pull Drew's hair and chase the dog along the way.

So, we feel finally ready to let Harriet loose on the outside world, but the Home Office stipulated we take her out of the country. So, we are going to Spain.

We are currently in the car on our way to the Airport and Harriet has asked, no sorry, DEMANDED we all have our car windows down. Once down, she wants them up. Down, then up. Down then up. All of them.

Why allow her to have this control you ask?

If you know Harri, you will know this is the easiest option!

Bring on Spain!!!





(Poor, poor Spain)


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Real sh1t!!

Harri's first attempt at potty training...

Yes, Harriet missed the potty completely, but all is forgiven when her deposit is found to look like Samuel L Jackson when you turn the picture round!!

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Pat-a-Cake

Let's hope Drew's cakes turn out better than Mummy's...

All the Toys a Girl Could Ever Dream of and...

State of The Art

Auntie Sue was really amazed with her state of he art iPhone from Taiwan!!


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Christmas Day 2010

Kids asleep. Parents doing the washing up.





After her 3rd mulled wine and refusing to give the muslin back to Harri, Barney Nanna plays 'peekaboo' with herself.





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You WILL enjoy the snow!!!!

So at last the snow has arrived. 18th Dec and we woke up to find our suburban plot had become a winter wonderland.

Opening the curtains in the girls bedrooms, both were clearly 'WOWed' by the soft white blanket covering our garden. Although, once our eyes adjusted to the dim awakening of dawn, nestling neatly in a deep hole was one of Barney's...
Christmas offerings!!

So, after breakfast, we sat infront of the flickering flames of our cosy warm fire. Christmas songs playing softly in the background. Then Daddy thinks it would be a good idea to go out in the snow with the sleigh we never used last year because all the stores ran out of stock.

Drew flatly refuses stating it's "warm and cosy in my house".

Daddy ignores Drew and all subsequent pleas from not only Drew, but me as well.

The girls cried as we got their winter woolies on and I even put two pairs of socks on both Harri and Drew.

As we ventured outside, Drew looked at the yellow plastic sleigh Daddy was pulling (with doglead attachment)...you could tell by her face she wasn't going to get on it.





Grumpy faces and protuding bottom lips ignored, Daddy pushed on calling for his troops to "keep up" pointing at the most far away position on the snow-covered field. Reluctantly, us girls followed Daddy's excited footprints, lagging a good 10ft behind, when Drew said she was cold. We'd not even got to where Daddy wanted us to be and already - a grade 6 whine from Drew.

Having persuaded Daddy that there was no difference between and area covered in snow, we finally came to a stop.

Daddy asked Drew if she wanted to climb aboard and was promptly met with "no. I'm cold".

To encourage Drew and humouring Daddy, I climbed on and he pulled me around in a big circle...that started Harri off on a top of the scale grade 10 thinking her Mummy was being kidnapped by a bobble-hat wearing snow-monster!!!

My little round trip still didn't convince Drew who had now moved up to a grade 8.

Undeterred, Daddy got Harri on the sleigh and pulled her around instead and thankfully, she loved it. As soon as I pulled her round, she fell backwards and her enjoyment ended there.

Drew finally gave in and climbed aboard with me behind her for security, not without reminding us how cold she was.

After a quick 10 second trip across the snow, Drew had had enough. "I want to go home. I'm cold" she reminded us again.

Looking at a red-nosed Harri, i echoed Drew's thoughts, but Daddy wasn't done. Ignoring his girls pleas to return home, Daddy, clearly annoyed, said "you will enjoy the snow!!"






Ignoring his outburst, we offered to pose for a photo to prove we got out there and then with both girls crying, I started back to the house.






Defeated, Daddy sighed and kicked the snow. He started a slow retreat home, looking longingly behind him at the other Daddies playing in the snow.

Back at the house, we all warmed our hands with cups of hot chocolate whilst Daddy gazed out the window with his nose squished against the glass.

It Reminded me of a scene from The Griswolds European Vacation when the Dad, Clark, drags his tired family from pillar to post, making them see and do everything in every city until in Paris, they crack.





If u haven't seen it...u should. We ARE The Griswolds!

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Pat Butcher

Drew's really getting into dressing up and imaginery play. In fact, after Mummy's recent (clears throat) low-alcohol night out, Drew likes to pretend she 'goes out for drinks' and carries my handbag with her. What's funny is, she leaves the room only to return 30 seconds later saying she'd had too much to drink but remembered to buy milk and eggs on the way home!!! Thats my girl!!!!

Drew received lots of jewellery for her 3rd Birthday but luckily, she understands we don't wear any of it to nursery.

I wasn't allowed to have my ears pierced until I was over 18yrs old. I absolutely hated the fact that the girls around me had theirs pierced at the time, but looking back, I'm glad my Mum made that decision. I don't like little girls with earrings in. It's a an accident waiting to happen and to be honest...it makes them look like mini Pat Butchers (from Eastenders). Minging.





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Where HAS the time gone????

Did we accidentally come by a time machine?

Christmas is right around the corner...




Harrys just starting to take her first independent steps and Drew, now out of nappies permanently, starts ballet lessons this Saturday!!!


Where did the time go?

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Diaper-free Drew

This is one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.

On 24th Nov 2010, our 3 year old daughter, Drew, went to bed nappyless!

A board meeting was held to which Mummy, Daddy and Drew all attended (Harriet was unavailable since she was asleep, but the minutes will be circulated accordingly).

Drew raised the issue and after due consideration, an agreement was reached which suited all parties.

Mummy and Daddy agreed to allow Drew to sleep through the night without her nappy, on the proviso that the mirror light in the bathroom remains on and Drew takes herself to the toilet and is responsible for all toilet trips (including all logjammers). Mummy and Daddy would only need to be consulted in escalation circumstances only (e.g. Logjammer misalignment, inappropriate use of fingers and loo roll, matress water ingress.)

All parties agreed to proposal and a review has been set for 3 weeks time.

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Pulling Hair

Reaching out with her hand, she plunged her fingers into the soft golden tresses. Wrapping the silky blonde locks swiftly around her fingers, she was ready. She'd done this before. She knew what she was doing. With one quick short movement, she tightened her grip on the shiny strands, flung her head back and with a smile starting to appear, she pulled. Hard...

...Sounds like a scene from a female cage-fight doesn't it? Or a paragraph belonging to a Jackie Collins novel.

Nope.

That's my youngest, Harri, learning that pulling hair gets her attention. Unwanted attention. But she gets it. Boy, I hope she grows out of this one soon!!

Ball Pool

I thought a ball pool at home was a good idea.
That was until Harriet was sick in it.

I'm a sinner!

Father forgive me...for I know not what I do.

We broke the cardinal sin and took our kids to...

wait for it...

MacDonalds!

ARGH!!!!

As Jerry queued to buy our salt-ridden snacks, I got myself, Drew and Harry settled in a quiet corner of this devil's dwelling, plopping Harry in a highchair.

As I started to feed Harry (home-cooked and defrosted roast dinner I should probably point out), I felt like all eyes were on me. I'm sure people were thinking 'how could she bring her kids in here?' and to be honest, I was thinking the same.

Jerry bought fishfingers for Drew and after she refused to eat them as they 'didn't look right', Drew ate a selection of cheese, breadsticks and fruit from Mummy's 'safe' snackbag.

Quite a successful trip to MacDonalds me thinks!

One Hungry Baby

One week away from her 1st Birthday, Harriet has started waking up through the night.

The only thing that makes her go back to sleep?

More milk

I'm not talking about a few ounces. I'm talking about a whole extra bottle. That's before 9.30pm. Then she'll wake again in the early hours for more.

What's going on? Why is Harriet SO hungry? We even give Nursery an extra meal to feed her at teatime as each day we picked her up, she was crying and visibly hungry. That seemed to work for a couple of weeks. However, she's still not getting enough it seems.

Surprisingly, my Health Visitor has suggested that Harry is using ALL her calories and needs more. Something I also didn't know was that babies use up a lot of calories due to an illness or infection and Harry has had her fair share of illnesses, so it makes a lot of sense. So, we need to give her higher calorific foods and the surprising bit is that means...things like Rice Pudding mixed with double cream, Butter on bread/toast instead of margarine, Full Fat Cheese Spread, Bananas mixed with double cream, Chocolate Mini rolls.

It's so weird because I'm so used to giving both Drew and Harriet snacks to fill them up such as fruit, rick cakes, healthier baby biscuits, dried fruit. Not ever would I think to give them anything like I've listed above.

It's worth a try though so I'm will be stocking up with everything I need to fill her up ready for tonight...we SO need to catch up on sleeeeeeeeeeeeep!!

For those of you who are nodding and saying - "ooooh that's the same as my baby", PLEASE see your Health Visitor first. Every baby is different and the weight/height/development of your baby needs to be considered before changing to a higher calorific diet. Harry is not overweight or underweight, but she is up on her feet and walking with help, so she needs that energy and at the moment, she is using every little bit and its not enough.

For reference, I've made a list of calorific foods you can try:-
High Calorie Foods for Babies / Toddlers
Avocado
Pork Cocktail Sausages
Thomas the Tank Engine Yogurts
Chocolate Buttons
Full Fat Cheese
Apple Sauce
Sweet Potato
Pears
Peaches
Butter
Chocolate Mini Rolls
Porridge (with cream)

Teddy - Replaced

It's a sad time.

Poor old Teddy and May.

Since we introduced Drew to her new doll, 'Giggling Lucy', Drew's original bedtime security item was Teddy.

In September, when Harriet was born, Drew was introduced to May and she joined Teddy in their primary positions in bed with Drew, every night. Not now.

When we climb the stairs for bed now, Drew only asks that Lucy comes up and we give her a muslin incase Lucy is sick... I like that. Forward-planning!!

But as I sit here in the living room, poor old Teddy and May have been resigned to sleeping together in Lucy's Moses Basket on the floor...