Tag Archives: Sunderland

Lost and I’m calling out….

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So, this is my bed. I’m ‘working’. I don’t think my husband would agree with that, I suspect he’d say I was making a mess. However, I am faced with the fact that I have agreed to teach people to crochet. At my work. So, this is people I will actually see outside of ‘class’, unlike my previous (not too unsuccessful) delves into teaching. Being at my work means avoiding taking books with me, as this could be construed as me recommending them. Which, in all honesty, I probably would be. This is not appropriate. So, I’m going book free. And am therefore, collecting patterns and scribbles in notebooks and on post it notes into one ‘bible’ – something I should have done years ago.

However, in my brain, it’s fine to keep recipes for actual food, play dough, and crochet patterns in the same notepad. Meet the mammylu book…

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It’s had a hard life. Apologies for the bad lighting, there is actually a baby sleeping in here, and I’d like to keep it that way.

Anyway, I am listening to iPod. And somewhere between finishing the new eels album and heading for Sam Baker, (I got a bit depressed as I can’t afford to go see the eels and am jealous of those who are), I came across The Lake Poets. So am now on the single ‘City by the Sea’. I’m a single behind and hope to rectify this when husband gets paid on Thursday. The ‘b-side’ (are they still called that?) to this song is called ‘Small Town’ and between the 2 songs, you can pretty much get a rather apt description of where I live. I mean it’s not all gloom and doom, I’m sure there are some nice places, I’ve just never been to them. However, I wouldn’t (maybe couldn’t) actually consider moving away from the sea.

Which is odd really when you think about it. It’s bloody freezing, foggy, soggy and sometimes a bit smelly. But I can leave my house and be at the sea in less than ten minutes.

So I have to agree with the singer, cos

when I die, it’s where I want to be, in a grave, in that city by the sea

So, go to iTunes, download the single. It’s good. Try the new one too, I’m sure it’s good also.

Anyway, I should be working, (and instead I’m shirking). So, good evening all!

-Mammylu x

Going to the beach in the snow

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So, I felt a bit rubbish today. Which didn’t make much difference to our plans, as largest child goes to football training (if you can call it that when they’re that young?) which he loves. He learns football skills through playing games, there’s lots of running about and stuff, and it tires him out. So we do it every Sunday!

After lunch, both boys napped. Which gave us a problem…

What to do with two reenergised small people on a rainy/snowy/sleety afternoon? Answer- go for a walk on the beach! I’m not mad, honest. I don’t see why we can’t stick our waterproofs on and go for a walk when it rains (which is often). Husband complained. A lot. Which is normal.

But everyone else had fun! And we were warm because, due to the incoming tide, we had to hurry to avoid getting stuck and frequently run to avoid getting wet.

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And afterwards we followed a traditional seaside tradition, icecream! The good thing about bad weather is no queues!

How do you get ice cream on your head though?

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Little’s – what the hell is that? Face.

It is St Patricks day today also. So another reason for ice cream, as a year ago today I went into labour (and then stopped, and started again 4 days later). And so, this resulted in littlest’s middle name being Patrick. So he got ice cream to celebrate his saints day. Thankfully, there are no snakes round here for him to chase away!

Soft Play Torture?

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I spend a lot of time at soft play, (when I’m not at work anyway)

From experience, kids are happier when they’ve had exercise. Weather does not allows permit a walk to the park, and differing children ages mean my little crawler ends up left in his pushchair whilst my larger child runs about.

So… The solution.
The Soft Play Area…
Sticky surfaces, germ infested ball pits, screaming kids, excessive sugar, tantrums, manic races to get small people to the bathroom, practising your yoga to follow your small person through impossibly small places, overcoming claustrophobia, rescuing stuck children, lukewarm coffee, small people who refuse to leave….

I really could go on all day! What’s not to love?

We frequent a toddler group, based in the play area of a pub chain. For £2.50, I get to set the large one free (he likes to make friends, then come and play me and small) he gets juice and biscuits, and I get a coffee. Small one is currently playing for free, until he’s less small, anyway.

I get to down my coffee, then walk/crawl round in my socks for an hour. Not my idea of a fun morning! But the small people very much enjoy it.

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And smallest person gets to learn new skills in a slightly safer environment. Last week I taught him to climb up steps, and this week (unsurprisingly) I focused on getting down them safely.

Then I bribe them with sweets, and bring them home for food, and hopefully some quiet playing while I my housework done. That’s where we’re at now, so wish me luck!

What does everyone else do to tire out the kids?

Being healthy and reliving my youth

So, I’m a bit achy right now. A couple of weeks ago I added Pilates to my exercise regime. It’s.. Erm… Well… Different! I did nearly laugh tonight at the sight of a room full of women lying face down whilst ‘swimming’ (kicking arms and legs). I went to the gym today too, so I’m pretty tired. I thought Pilates would help with my flexibility, though it’s too soon to tell. I’ll keep you posted! Apparently, if you’re tall it’s harder to be bendy. Not sure how true that is, but it makes me feel better about my unstretchyness (wow! New word).

A couple of weeks ago, we took the kids to see the lights in roker park. When I was little, the whole seafront used to be little up for christmas, as illustrated in some pictures I stole borrowed from Facebook:

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I remember how busy it was, and how many other people were there, just to see the lights. And generally how excited and hyper I was to be staying up late and getting the bus to Sunderland.

As these things do, the lights got less and less, and eventually got replaced by other events. The park in the town centre has lots if lights now in the holidays.

But this year, as part of the ‘preholiday’ season, roker park got decorated:

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There were rides for the kids too:

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We had fun, but husband and I realised something.. When we were small and hyperactive, and over excited, we wondered why our parents were grumpy and didn’t enjoy the experience as much as we did.

I lost count of how many times we had to ask our very bouncy, very loud toddler to calm down… And slow down…. And then there were tears when we had to go. So mammy and daddy were a bit worn out afterwards. And they understood why their parents were reluctant to be dragged out to these things all those years ago!

Overall though, we had fun, and it’s great to see things to do in and around the city I live in. I don’t mind being worn out, if it makes my kids happy, and gets us doing something new, as a family.

What childhood tradition would you like to share with your kids?

Well, it’s getting late, so..

Good night folks xx

Bananas and herbal tea

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I just dug out my laptop, thinking it’d be nicer to type on. And I could listen to music too. After forty minutes of arguing with it, I have succeeded in emptying the recycle bin. So now I’m back to an iPod/iPhone combo. Apple have won again!

Anyway, bananas and herbal tea have been the theme for the weekend, as I found out on Friday that I’d put on 4lbs in a week and a half. Not exactly going well with the weight loss thing. But I’m not gonna dwell on negatives! Maybe I’ll have something positive to report on weigh-day-Wednesday?

Last weekend, I dragged family to local park to take part in a local ‘big walk’, we did a health walk. Husband didn’t want to be there and pointed that out almost continuously, and toddler ‘wasn’t tired’ but needed to be carried half way round, despite that, I enjoyed it. And toddler was happy with his medal.

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It did reinforce my family’s, (well my husband’s really), version of supporting me. It’s very much ‘do want you want, as long as I’m not involved’, but such is life! Anyway, it’s a nice park, and it wasn’t too cold. The walk leaders were people who knew the park really well, so we learnt stuff on the way – who knew there was a bed of chamomile there?

So, now I’m listening to some Sam Baker. Highly recommended, if you’ve never heard of him. Not like anything else I listen too. A little sad sometimes too, but sometimes it’s nice to listen to something that isn’t as cheerful, it puts stuff into perspective.

Well, before I get too maudlin, and turn this into a pitiful rant…. I’m not gonna go on about things that are in my head too much, a lot of them should stay there. But I will pose a question instead, if that’s ok – why would a husband tell a lie about where he had been and who he’d been with? (The presumption here is that nothing sinister is going on).

I think I should maybe quit while I’m ahead, good night folks xxx

Tuesday night ramblings

So, technically, it’s the night before this week’s weigh in. But I’m not going to get held up on that tonight.

Technology has made an attempt to catch up with me, and today I’m figuring out how to type in a playbook, so, as usual, apologies for the rubbish typing!

This weekend was the continuation of backyard work. So, I pretty much stayed in with the kids. However, I got a pass out from husband on Sunday night and managed to sneak in a few pints with my Dad. As a vegetarian, nice beer is getting increasingly harder to get as lots of breweries are using findings, resulting in what can only be described as icky fish beer.

We went to a nice pub, with nice beer, called the isis, which sells lovely beer called erdinger (if you haven’t tried it, I’d recommend it). 20120911-211735.jpgThe was a live music too, some members of a band called the longsands were playing, and they were pretty good, doing a mix of covers and original stuff. It reminded me of life before children when that was my normal weekend routine.

But still, it is weighday tomorrow. And gym, which will be worse, as the nice man put extra stuff on my key to try out. And zumba. And soft play. And food shopping. It is daddy day care after all!

Progress report

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This is me, today. I had lost 1 lb. The lady had converted my weight from kg wrongly, I think. So, I didn’t gain weight, but I didn’t speed up my weight loss either, I slowed it down.

I’m not making excuses, but I think it’s been harder to control my diet as I’m weaning the littlest. Feeding him used to give me an extra 500 (roughly) calories a day, which helped cover up when I slipped. So, the answer? No more slips! Better willpower!!

Still working on how I’ll get that though!

Been to the gym and Zumba today. And I didn’t cheat on my weights (have been doing more reps at a lower weight due to ouchiness) and tried one set of reps on the leg press at 50kg instead of 40. The other 2 weights things I do are 20kg they are something to do with upper back, and chest press, I think!

Was a bit gutted at the gym when I checked my results and it said I’d burnt 6 calories less on my cardio stuff. Not a lot, but I really tried to do more today! Hopefully I’ll be better on Friday. So, this post is more motivational. I hope.

In other news, there’s now other people at Zumba using the machine I use before class to do a health check. I started a trend!!