Sleeping Through the Night; and a September Update

Update time. I keep apologising for the lack of posts due to a busy week or two but I realise now that is just the way it is. So here I am at 5am on a work day, the day I’m meant to be having a lie in, blogging. The reason I’m up so early? I’ve had enough sleep. Seriously. And it’s all thanks to Stuart.

Recently he was away for a night for a conference and Roslyn knew this and decided to take the piss. Usually she settles much better for her Daddy has he doesn’t have the magic boobs, and when she won’t go back to sleep for me he steps in. But when he was a away she played me for all I was worth and Stuart arrived home to the sound of me saying “no more! no more! no more!” So we decided it was best if I bowed out of night wakings for a while to try and fix our broken sleeper. And it worked because she went from 3+ wakings and feeds to just the one quick bottle from her Daddy. And, about 5 days past, she SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT.

*Happy Dance and general celebratory actions*

Wait though, she is SEVENTEEN BLOODY MONTHS OLD. So it’s not exactly the big achievement we all think it is, really.

Nevertheless I am happy for it. And, as far as I know at this point while the three of them slumber upstairs, she’s slept through again for the second night in her life. Woohoo!

And the moral of this story of seventeen sleepless months for all the wanabee rested parents out there? Try as hard as you can to cook up a baby who TAKES A DUMMY. Because that is literally the only difference between Sandy (who first slept through circa 8 months old) and Roslyn who partied nightly til now. Ditch the guilt and embrace the soothers, it’s now my motto. Not that I didn’t try with Roslyn, she just chose to projectile vomit everytime she eyed the thing. Sigh.

Anyway, an update!


We’ve been having a great old time of it lately. This is us lounging on a weekend morning. Apart from the fact that I don’t have every weekend off, or full weekends when I do so to speak, we’ve been making the most of our days as a foursome and relaxing, playing and having general lovely days. This includes lazy breakfasts (sometimes involving fry ups) staying in pyjamas til well past 11 and generally bumming about the house. Perfection.


It even stretched to the most blissful of domestic bliss locations (aka the place I was so happy in I went into labour with Roslyn)… IKEA. Now Rozzie is up and walking it also means we can rock our matching mother daughter elephants holding trunks sweaters! See me and Sandy doing it once upon a time in the photo too! He was two months younger and seemingly four months chunkier as per the norm.


September has also brought a delightful weather system for us, in fact the best autumn weather one can hope for really. Chilly mornings means jumpers and hats and miss R modelled a cracker from her aunties Fran and Lib, as well as a Granny knit hat on the nursery run. The days turn into burnt off mists and full sun, and recently even full on hot afternoons, which we’ve been taking advantage of. What a lovely form of compensation for the largely dreary summer we had here.


Speaking of nursery, I’ve found myself with far more time with my girl now that Sandy does his thing four mornings a week. My little side kick and I have been getting up to all sorts of shenanigans and most of them the best dull, homely ones that we love. Walks to the butcher, time at the park and of course BAKING ALL THE THINGS! Here she is helping me lick the bowl (the only reason to help make the cakes if you are under five).


Roslyn has not only been developing her sleep abilities but also her physical ones as this picture illustrates. She did that by herself. And as delighted as I was to find her three feet off the ground (kind of stuck) on the climbing frame, it now means the garden is no longer a safe place to leave her while I grab something from upstairs/put on the dinner/clean the entire house. Ah well, won’t be long until she’s whizzing up and down like Sandy so I shouldn’t complain that she still needs supervision at this point.


Harking back to that bit about the weather, I’d gone and put away all the summer stuff (toys, loungers, BBQ) and placed the lid firmly on the sandpit, expecting winter to arrive as it usually does, and stay until May, as it usually does. Yet here they are enjoying the garden right up to October.


Back inside now, I’m not sure we’ve got a wonderful bedtime routine yet but we have a morning one down. Roslyn wakes with the cockerel (5:30-6 usually) and comes in to bed for a morning feed then we turn on her favourite show – Teletubbies funnily enough. She loves the “baybeee!” in the sun and giving us little confused expressions when it asks “where have the teletubbies gone?”. She points at the pillows so I will lie to her right and then Daddy to her left, until her big brother wakes and sometimes joins her, giving us amazing opportunities for photos which I will be weeping over as an old lady for sure. Stuart and I take turns showering (sometimes one or other of the kids join us) and then we head down and usually squish in a family breakfast before Stuart is off to work and the nursery run gets going.


It’s been a bit of a culture shock to go from chillaxing right up til nap time to fed, dressed and out the door at 8:30, but we cope. This process also involves me getting ready for work many days, a hand over to Tate or Pa, and also, you know, cleaning the entire house lest I get home to a pit and want to cry. Because despite all the best intentions in the world there’s no way I’m sorting the place out after a full day walking and talking at those giant horses of mine.


To update on the nursery situation things have gone from good to not so good to so not good that I was worried and suddenly to fine. In fact I just had a meeting with his teacher who told me he had settled, was taking part in songs and group activites and generally a happy chap. He tells me what he did each day which varies from his go-to “played toys” to “took toy, girl hit, cheeky, cry, toy, all better” and similar nursery shenanigans. Stuart hears more at night putting him in bed where he goes into more detail and it all seems good. He reassures me that he has fun and wants to go now which is fab. He runs in happily too which is a big weight off, I can tell you!


Another thing we’ve done recently is car shopping because Stuart is moving on to a new car. More to follow on that but Sandy did have a fab time car shopping. He seemed set on Daddy getting a little white car and might be slightly sad to learn its actually big and blue but hey, can’t win them all Sanddude.


Eating has improved on all fronts too recently. A boy who basically never ate has become a fine wolfer (as long as it is one of his staples: chips, chicken, sausage, toast, strawberries) and fussy Roslyn has been a bit better too. Hence ice cream treats for all.


I FINALLY ended my long hair season by hacking it all off and going short. I love it. You know sometimes you do something drastic and you aren’t sure? Not this time. And I’ve gotten an extra 20 minutes a day out of it too now I don’t have to dry Rapunzel’s excessive locks.


A quick word on having two children close together: DO IT. Picture is case in point.


One of the highlights of the month was going to Funbox last weekend. Funbox is the guys who did the Singing Kettle, in a new guise, and well worth it.


It was a pirate and princess party so naturally Roslyn went “ah harrr” and Sandy went ” I suppose I will wear that shirt with the boats on but there ain’t no way you are getting me into a dress mother”. Another gender stereotype SMASHED. Obviously.


We got a picture after. What you don’t see is the split second later where Sandy loses it because I kind of grabbed him an stuck him in the picture when he didn’t really want to do it. Bad, bad Mum.


We had dinner after and Roslyn compared herself to a giant cold coffee…


… and Sandy invented a quicker way to ingest gallons of sugar (that’s my boy)


So that’s it from me and my bubble heads this morning. I’m now contemplating whether to just get on with the day or to sneak back into bed and claim my lie in as if I was never here.

I’ll leave you with this. It’s Sandy’s first picture on a wall display at nursery. He’s “super boy” in a super hero display. Every time I see it I want to melt because that’s my tiny baby there, living his own life without me, on the wall with all his peers. Someone pass the tissues…



Sandy & Rozzie Crafting

Things have been a little slow on the Sandy & Rozzie front due to the general business of life, but recently I’ve started to make a few things again and list them on our website


I had a commission for a knitted woodland creature mobile from a friend and I think it turned out really well. I’m not the fastest knitter so it’s a made to order item. My friend had thought of me to make it after she saw the one I did for Sandy of rain clouds, which is now also made to order listed on etsy too…


I also finally got round to making some new patterns including the ADULT sized backpack!


This one is in rainbow feathers but can be made up in the other fabrics beside it. I will get round to making them up soon!!

I also made a few new kids backpacks, this one being one of my favourites…


…and here one campervans!…


My other new pattern was for a pinafore dress which I made here in one of my fave floral fabrics…


… and I’ve since made a couple of festive ones too!


Finally there is a nice array of festive bibs listed too!



We were hoping to do a craft fair for christmas but it seems they are all booked up so close which is a shame!

So that’s where we are, it’s great fun ordering fabric and making up things so if anyone has a commission in mind just let me know!


Quick catch up! This is the first day I’ve had to myself in well over a month and even then I’m still rushing about trying to get things done so this will be speedy.


Things have been pretty good here of late, if busy! Sandy has been trying to settle into nursery, sometimes going in happily with Tate but more often starting with much screaming as I leave. I’m really hoping he gets used to the change soon and is happy with it. Roslyn has been up and down. She spent another night in hospital recently due to the cold but luckily it was just a nebuliser and steroids no oxygen so she didn’t need admitted. God knows what winter will bring but I don’t doubt that I will be in a few times before next spring. She has off days teething but I am happy to report that she’s recently been a bit less clingy and happy to play which is a relief.

Sandy’s latest craze is to dive off his windowsill onto his bed shouting “BANZEE!” (imitating Stuart saying “banzai” once) which is hilarious and nerve wracking in equal measure.





Roslyn has been my little morning buddy now Sandy is at nursery. We took a train journey into Glasgow one morning to do some shopping and have been messing about at home on the other days.

Last week I worked pretty much every day, and on my day off I ended up going to a meeting for work that evening so I took the kids to the Kelpies to play and strangely Sandy turned down the play park in favour of everyone’s favourite 100ft horses so he seemed pretty happy there! He and Roslyn romped about the Helix have a great old time. I finally got a weekend off work with the kids and Stuart and we had a great time going to IKEA for breakfast, playing at home and making giant Pizzas!

I’m off to cut the grass and clean the house and might even have time for a bath before the kids get home later so enjoy these pictures of Rozzie splashing in the sink while I baked one morning last week!









Sandy’s First Day of Nursery

On Wednesday 19th August 2015, I officially became the mother of a big boy.


This beauty, this love, this absolute hunky dreamboat of a boy…


… well, he went to nursery for the first time ever.


It’s his local nursery and he’s going four mornings a week. We got his little uniform ready and the big day dawned, so we got up, mourned the end of lazy mornings not dressing til after Roslyn’s midday nap, and headed out to walk to his first morning there!


My big lad!


(Aside: see Roslyn ending herself in the background as I shouted “big poos! jobbies” etc to make Sandy smile for the photos)


At this point it would be very unwise to inform me that soon enough it will be Roslyn going too, as some cheeky blighters have chosen to do *stern*


So here he is in all his glory…


My big boy… *sob sob* excuse me while I cry into my pillow and think of the little scrap of flesh he once was.


We walked over and went inside, found his coat hook and bag cubby (labelled with his own little independent I-go-places-without-my-mummy name *sob sob*) and met his teacher. We wandered into the classroom and he just walked off and played. Just like that. So we left and went into the room to wait and just be there if he needed us. We checked on him through the window on the door a few times and saw him playing with the water and generally exploring. He came through to meet us after an hour quite the thing, the only negative for him being the perplexed feeling he got when told they only had milk or water, not juice. Can’t win them all though, can we?


As Stuart and I walked home with him he said that, as much as he didn’t want to sound like a cliche, it was the first day of the rest of his life. His own life that doesn’t necessarily revolve around his family, namely, me and Stuart. I agreed. It just feels far too soon somehow.


The next day didn’t go as smoothly as he cried and said he was shy and didn’t want to go in. The teacher asked me to leave and stay in the room to see if he settled, and I could hear him shouting “mummy! MUMMYYYY!” as I walked away which was hard. But I’ve been there before on his days with his grandparents so I wasn’t too phased. In the end he lay on the floor for five minutes refusing to speak to anyone then got up and started interacting. He had his snack and I was told to come back in an hour and they’d call if I was needed. I wasn’t and he spent his 1.5hours happily without me. He later told me that he’d had milk and a banana as his snack and that he “played with toys and water with girls”. Super stuff.


He’s not been since that second day due to illness which has kept him off all week long. He will be back this week and hopefully will progress nicely to spending his mornings happily there.

Go Sandy!

Mum’s Birthday/ Marjorie Visits

Just a quick one. I’m squeezing a blog in now as I’m about to head out on a spa break! It was me and Stuart’s 5th wedding anniversary yesterday and stuart surprised me with a last minute overnight stay at Mar Hall with a full body massage and mud treatment for the pair of us, plus dinner and breakfast. To say I can’t wait is an understatement. Roslyn was in hospital overnight again two days ago and Sandy’s been unwell too with a temperature. Between the one hours sleep on hospital night and the consistent whining, moaning and fighting from the pair of them this spa break could not be timed better. I thought this as I wrestled Roslyn’s shoes on while she headbutted my chin, before cheerily bundling them off into the car to Gran’s house. BYEEEEE!!

I’m sure I will be missing them in, I don’t know, about 30 minutes, when I come across a pair of pants in the sink or a bottle of festering milk from three nights ago lodged down the back of the sofa. My sweet babies.

It is Roslyn’s first ever sleepover with Tate and Pa tonight. Hooray for me but she still doesn’t actually sleep so Tate and Pa are officially a pair of suckers. Enjoy the wee hours guys!! (I kid. Kind of. Well, let’s see…)

So I digress but here are a few photos from Mum and Sandy’s joint birthday party (yes, he is the queen) which was also Marjorie’s visit. It was a lovely afternoon and I will let the photographs speak for themselves as I rush off to de-fuzz in preperation for being pampered, well fed and given a FULL NIGHT’S SLEEP for the first time in several years. Cheerio!






Sandy’s 3rd Birthday: A Day Out with Thomas!

The day after Sandy’s third birthday party we celebrated his actual birthday.


He awoke in the morning to a little pile of presents and balloons.


Roslyn helped him open his gifts…


… and by helped of course I mean try and destroy things. Cheeky babe.


The photo says it all when it comes to Sandy’s reaction to our main gift to him; Tidmouth sheds to add to his train set. We advised any lovely gift buyers that more track and pieces for his brio was the best present. He’s so into his trains and the brio set is such a lovely toy to build.


We got started on a mega track…


And soon it was time for cake again!!


Sandy blew out his candle…


… and promptly stuck his face right in the cake, as is his tradition!


Rozzie got some too and then it was time to get ready to leave for the other part of his birthday present…


… a Day Out with Thomas at Bo’ness and Kinneil Railway!


We spotted Duck steaming along while we waited for our ride.


And you can just see the fat controller in the background here.


And of course the main man was waiting at the station to see us…



Then it was time for our train ride pulled by Hiro I believe.




Cheeky chops enjoyed the ride just as much as her brother and was even wearing one of his Thomas shirts for the occasion. We will need to get her one of her own!



When we got off at the other end of the journey – having watched the steam and been in the dark tunnel! – we found a chair swing ride, home baking stall, thomas face painting and temp tattoos and a puppet show all waiting on us.


Sandy loved the chair swing and went on twice. Roslyn and I got tattoos and Roslyn’s lasted several weeks somehow, making her look mega macho. Sandy watched the puppet show on Daddy’s shoulders enthralled by the whole thing, laughing away at Mr Punch, which was so very cute. He’s such his own person now, and growing far too fast (as following nursery posts will attest to!)


Happy Birthday to our little Sandy, the best boy a Mummy could ask for.

Sandy’s 3rd Birthday Train Party

We celebrated Sandy’s third birthday with a train themed party, due to his borderline obsession with Thomas the Tank Engine


Sandy tucked into the food before the guests had even arrived!


I made this kinda good, kinda creepy thomas from cardboard which went down well on the whole and continued to shed blue flakes of dried paint for a week after before I sheepishly shoved it in the recycling bin so Sandy wouldn’t see Thomas disintegrate any further.


The party got underway and Sandy was adorable as the host. Every time the doorbell rang he shrieked and ran for the door, opening it saying “come in to my party!!”


Once everyone was in he spent most of the rest of the afternoon driving the baby walker into things/people, as THREE YEAR OLDS do.


As you can see, I was off camera duty for once. So kudos to the old husb for the pictures.


Sandy putting out pa who was on fire…


…and daddy, also on fire.




Soon it was cake time…


I slaved – a little – over this Thomas cake. He turned out pretty well. Perhaps not THE best cake I’ve ever made but it did the job.


You can just about see Sandy’s reaction to the cake here, and the joy was all the reward I needed for hours in the kitchen moulding yet another kinda creepy face from icing.


He blew out his candle…


… but the sparkler was still going! In the end we waited til it was almost out then “blew it out” again.


We had a fab time at the party with a quick game of pass the parcel and the bringing down of the balloon net.


Thanks to all his friends and family for coming!

Sandy’s Year of Being Two

Happy Birthday to my little Sandman who turned three on 2nd August!

It’s been quite a year for my boy…


August brought the transition to big boy bed, his first time on a boat, and finally starting to eat better…


September was for exploration, berry picking and cake making….


October saw pumpkins and first jokes told…


November we wrapped up warm, and battled bugs…


December brought snow and the excitement of Santa…


January we bounced, blew bubbles and hit up all the soft plays…


February held love, athletics, orchestras and kelpies…


March saw spring, the park and the races…


April brought eggs hunts, picnics and mummy going to work…


May there was a sister’s birthday, a wedding and saying bye to nappies…


June was for beaches, gardens and parades…


And July was for holidays and anticipation of turning three.

We love you so much Sandy, here’s to another fantastic year!

Dolwyddelan, LLechwedd Slate Caverns and Portmeirion: Day 5 of a Holiday Extravaganza!

Award for longest blog post title ever? RIGHT HERE. Also potentially blog post title with the most Ls in ever, but you can thank Wales for that.


On our first full day in Wales we awoke early (a common theme in these holiday journals I’m sure you will have come to realise) and headed out. We were going to the Slate mines but it was still far from opening hours so we went for a drive to look for somewhere that Sandy and Roslyn could explore.


We drove through the countryside and it wasn’t long at all before we happened upon a castle so we hopped out and went to find a way up to it. It turns out – despite being seemingly alone in the landscape at first – it is manned buy a family who live in a farm house below the castle and a woman came out to greet us in her jammies. Very quaint and lovely. So we purchased our access to the castle and went up to explore.


The castle was in a strategic position among the hills and the strongest fortress in the area (so said the sign). That’s all I can tell you though as the kids were too exited to climb.


You can just about see us at the door. Stuart went up with Sandy first and admitted shortly after that he became rather scared and now refers to the picture of him up there as “the time I almost pooed myself in Wales”.


Speaking of poo – and we often do – Sandy was rather taken with the castle being in a field full of “sheep and cow poo” which he joyfully pointed out to us every time he saw some. Which was often.


On the way back down we saw the “PLEASE KEEP TO THE PATH” sign and realised we had indeed gone off piste. Upon heading down the real path we found a lovely waterfall which Sandy adored.


Stuart fiddled with the shutter speeds as he does so well.

After the castle we headed over to Llechwedd Slate Caverns and donned our hard hats for a trip down the Victorian mine.


We were lucky as it rained heavily while we were there, but it made little difference as we were underground. The mine was great and Sandy was very brave. Roslyn sat in the sling and fed/cried because she wasn’t being fed which was the best we could have hoped for really.


They keep cheese under there to mature because the temperature is so stable. Mmmmmmmine cheese!


When we came back above ground Sandy and Rozzie settled in to do some slate crafts, making their own decorated coasters.



Then we all dodged the rain and headed to the car to go on to our next location of the day, and the main reason I wanted to go to Wales…




Portmeirion is a tiny town near Porthmadog made by Sir Clough Williams Ellis in the style of an Italian village.


I first visited about 15 years ago with my parents and brother and have never forgotten how beautiful and magical it was. When we went back I was not disappointed. We went for lunch and then out to explore. Roslyn promptly fell asleep in the sling and stayed that way for three hours while Sandy, Stuart and I wandered.

There are many fountains…


…tropical and traditional landscaping…


…and much to Sandy’s delight a tractor ride through the woodlands.


When the tractor stopped at the high point and we all got out to enjoy the view I decided to stay in the hills with Roslyn (still sparko) while the boys bumped back down on the tractor.


Poor Sandy made the wrong decision to get back on the tractor as he missed the play park just along the road. But I can’t blame him because he loves tractors so not continuing the journey would be like blasphemy to him.


The woodland walk is a myriad of growthy areas with secluded paths, hidden ponds and secret constructions. Gazebos and arches appear in the distance and a simple off shoot to the road brings you to a chinese lake.


Walking through the trees took me right back to my youth, exploring with my brother, only this time I had my own child sleeping heavily on my chest.


It was such a calm and peaceful time in a holiday which – unexpectedly with young children – was pretty much non-stop action.





When Roslyn and I reappeared in the village we found Sandy and Stuart (can you spot them?)


After a break for tea and ice cream the kids decided to splash.


Sandy was desperate to paddle so we did. Luckily he had his nice underwear on ;)


He found pennies thrown in the fountain and threw them further.


Before we had to head back for dinner we went down to the coast again and found a boat built into the wall which Sandy was so taken by he cried for it all the way back to the car.


Portmeirion was wonderful and truly one of the high points of the holiday for me. Little did I know though that the low point was right around the corner.


We went for dinner and to bed and in the night I woke to norovirus. It was not the best night and I woke thinking I might be able to rest while Stuart took the kids and recover for the last two days of the holiday. We asked the staff at the hotel about swapping our night in carlisle that evening for another in porthmadog and they seemed hopeful so Stuart took Sandy and Roslyn to the beach and I tried to rally. Suffice to say I didn’t and the hotel then informed me we couldn’t swap. Stuart text me to say that Roslyn too had started to be sick and the idea of all four of us sick in a hotel for two nights seemed like hell so we packed and drove.


Luckily Stuart held off being ill as we journeyed the five hours home. It wasn’t the most pleasant of times but we coped. Sandy was an angel and seemed to know we needed him to be good, so he dozed and then played on the ipad, not once complaining as we counted the hours and minutes before arriving back in Scotland. Never have I been happier to get back to my humble abode!

In the end Stuart’s illness was shorter lived than mine or Roslyn’s and Sandy avoided it entirely. It wasn’t the best end to the holiday but it didn’t take the shine off of what came before. We had a fabulous time down south and can’t wait to do it again.

Happy Holidays!

Chesterfield and Derby: Day 4 of a Holiday Extravaganza

We awoke on the morning of the fourth day of our holiday practically early enough to see the sun rise (yes, Roslyn again) and that it was going to be a warm and sunny day. We had breakfast in the local Tesco (rock n’ roll) and then searched for an impromptu activity to take up the three extra hours we had been gifted by our youngest. We found Barrowhill Roundhouse, a railway roundhouse which was free to visit.


Despite having spent a whole afternoon at the rail museum just days ago, Sandy was just as excited to see all the big engines in here.


Roslyn wasn’t as happy though because there wasn’t a clean place to let her roam so she spent many minutes wriggling and wailing in my arms wanting down. She’s wearing her party dress you see.


In the end we just let her down and she went to the party a little grubby.



Soon it was time to go as nap time loomed so Sandy threw a tantrum in the gift shop and Roslyn tried to wreck everything. Standard.


We headed to Derby and checked in to the hotel and got Roslyn a nap while Sandy played on the ipad then we headed to the party.


The party was for Sandy’s mumsnet group of babies born in August 2012. We had a joint 1st birthday party which was fab and then there wasn’t a 2nd one as too many of us were busy popping out more, myself included.


The kids had a fab time at the soft play and it was great catching up with friends.






After the party we went to the hotel and to bed, shattered and ready to rest for the big drive to wales the next day…