The Adventures of Piggy Wiggy Part 2

He’s been a very busy boy…

As I mentioned in a previous post, Piggy Wiggy is Isla’s favourite cuddly toy and even though there’s been more additions to her cuddly toy collection (including Baa Baa the sheep and Dave the elephant), Piggy has been number one pretty much since he accompanied her to hospital when she had a chest infection.


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Isla love looking at photos of what Piggy Wiggy gets up to, so whenever I’ve been able to, I’ve started taking photos of him in various places. He’s been into the office a few times and I’ve also photographed him playing with his friends and she loves it! So here’s more of Piggy’s adventures…


My daughter is a cat

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Don’t worry, I’m not a crazy cat lady gone doolally!

It’s a well-known fact that cats love boxes, for whatever reason. Isla also loves boxes and her latest favourite thing to do is to plonk herself down into a cardboard box (or sometimes our washing basket!) with her favourite books and her sippy cup and settle in for a while! Anything that keeps her quiet for a while is fine by me!


The Adventures of Piggy Wiggy

Hands down, Isla’s favourite cuddly toy is her Piggy Wiggy we bought her from Sainsbury’s over Easter last year. He goes everywhere with her and she loves giving him kisses, and making us give him kisses!

But we don’t let her take him to nursery with her in case he gets lost or one of the other children throws up on him. So sometimes she takes him in the car with her and then leaves him on the seat when we arrive at nursery.

This whole silliness started because one time she left him in the car when we had that horrible cold, snowy weather a few weeks ago, and I couldn’t have her favourite toy left in the cold car all day while I was at work, what if he got cold, or lonely…?! So I brought him into the office with me for the day, much to the bemusement of my colleagues! I took some silly photos to show her what P.Wiggy had been up to that day and she LOVED them!

Someone suggested I make a photo journal of Piggy’s adventures to show Isla what her favourite toy gets up to in the day, so here it is! Here’s just a few examples of how Piggy Wiggy helps me in the office when he comes in…

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A year in review

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This year has flown by in the blink of an eye! Our little monkey has grown so much, from a wriggling baby into a full grown, mischievous, loving little toddler who has such a personality!

Now she’s nearly 16 months, her appetite has increased threefold and she eats like a gannet! There’s very little she won’t eat, her favourite is still the tomato and butternut squash pasta I make for her, and she also loves sweet potato fries, Petit Filous and grapes. I can guarantee though, as soon as I publish this, she’ll go through a stage where she won’t want to eat, the contrary madam…

Her vocabulary is coming along nicely, as well as the usual ‘mama’, ‘dada’, ‘nana’ etc she also like to say ‘uh oh’, ‘this’ or ‘that’ while she’s pointing at something she wants, ‘ta’ when we give her anything (she’s learning her manners!) ‘hiya’ or ‘hello’ (which she prounounces ‘hewwo!’) ‘ratbag’ (Hubs called her ratbag as a joke twice and now she won’t stop saying it!) and bizarrely, ‘doctor’! Since we bought her back from the hospital last month, everyone she sees she calls doctor! She’s also said ‘kiss’ once but hasn’t said it since!

Isla is a big bookworm and loves to sit with her books, turn every page and point at everything on every page. She’s really placid and happy to play with her toys while I enjoy a hot cuppa every now and then. She’s such a little charmer as well and smiles and giggles at anyone who comes over and makes a fuss of her. She’s also brilliant at sharing her toys with other children, and offers the toy she’s playing with to her friends when they come over and join her. We’re so lucky, she sleeps brilliantly at night (7pm to 7am) with a good nap around mid morning. I’m really chuffed with how well her social skills are coming on.

My only concern is that she’s still not walking unaided yet. She’s brilliant at cruising around the furniture andpushing her walker round and round the living room and kitchen, but when we try to get her to walk holding our hands, she just sits down and crawls over instead. I’m fairly sure it’s mostly a mixture of laziness and the knowledge that she can get there quicker by crawling, but it does worry me slightly. I know babies do things in their own time and she’ll walk when she’s ready, but I can’t help but wait anxiously for those first steps.

Here’s hoping Isla will see in the new year by walking!


Little things to make me feel less mumsy 

Sometimes it can feel like I’ve lost touch with my pre-Isla self, something I didn’t want to do before I had her. Don’t get me wrong, I love my baby girl with everything I have and I love being a mummy, but sometimes I miss the woman I was and while I swore I’d never become one of those mums who can only talk about their babies, I admit I’ve already committed some mumsy sins. Having a baby changes your entire life and sometimes I feel like I’ve lost my identity.

So it’s the little things that make me feel like my old self again that I really appreciate and I need to feel normal again. Here’s just a few of them:

  • Wearing nice, matching lingerie – I’ve never been a “throw on whatever bra and knickers I can find” person, I’ve always tried to make sure my underwear is a) matching and b) decent looking. My stint working in lingerie for M&S has made me very OCD about throwing out bras that are ill fitting and/or old and as soon as I stopped breastfeeding, I treated myself to some really nice bras and knickers from Rosie for Autograph lingerie. Now just something as simple as popping my silk Rosie underwear on makes me feel like a million dollars
  • Putting on make up – as I’ve touched on before, I don’t tend to wear much make up but when I do, I feel much less of a slummy mummy. I’m not one of those effortlessly polished mummies who leaves the house with a face full of perfect make up, most days just a quick swipe of tinted moisturiser and mascara is considered making an effort! But when I do get all dolled up, it makes me feel like a prebaby version of me again and I love doing my nails. These Maybelline ColourShow ones are my current favourite
  • Enjoying me time with historical porn – relax, I’m not admitting to a fetish to a blue movie entitled ‘The Dick-torians’, I mean the tv show The Tudors! Hubs works away 2 days and nights a week so I make the most of these evenings as ‘me time’. Once Isla is in bed at 7pm, I eat tea and then have a nice relaxing bath with bubbles and everything, then curl up in bed with one of my favourite box sets. The Tudors is my favourite, so I can drool over Henry Cavill without judgment!
  • Going out with my child-free friends – I adore my mummy friends, they’re amazing and supportive and I’d be lost without them. I’m also lucky enough to have some wonderful friends who don’t have children and who have not only stayed in touch with us (it’s shocking how many friends stop calling when you have a baby) but who have been incredibly supportive and helpful. I’m aware that constant baby talk is terribly dull for non parents, so going out with my friends who haven’t had a baby gives me time to switch my baby brain off and give my mummy self a break.

Mum’s the word

Some days, I look at Isla with fondness, and more than a bit of sadness, as I think how much my mum would have adored her.

For those that don’t know, my mum died of breast cancer in November 2007 when she was just 52, I was 20 and at university at the time. I miss her every day, especially now that I’m a mum myself, and I know how much know that my mum wanted grandchildren to spoil. 

I’ll be honest, when I see or hear my fellow mummies saying that their mums have been looking after their little ones, taking them out for the day or just babysitting them for a few hours, it breaks my heart. And when it’s been a crappy day, I wish so much to have my mum around for some motherly advice.

My mum was an incredibly brave and inspiring lady. She’s the reason why I try to raise money for cancer charities every year, and just generally try to be a good person. I think to myself, would doing is make mum proud?

Although we fought like cat and dog when I was younger, once I grew up and got out of the “omg mum you’re so embarrassing/annoying/mean phase, we became really close. My dad plays snooker with his friends on Monday nights which became mine and mum’s girlie night. We’d have what mum called “a little drinkie” (Lambrini when I was younger and then gin and tonic for her, vodka and orange for me when I was old enough) and watch romcoms such as Dirty Dancing or Ghost (mum was so hot for Swayze!) 

The last photo in the slideshow was taken during one of the breaks in chemo in January 2007, we went down to London for a weekend to do some shopping and to see Phantom of the Opera, our favourite musical. That’s actually a wig she’s wearing there as she lost her hair. One of my funniest memories of this horrible time was when it started to hammer down with rain while we were shopping and we ran into a McDonalds to dry off. Not giving a shit, mum took her wig off and stood there drying it off under the hand dryer. The look on some snooty bitches faces was hilarious! 

Understandably, the chemo made mum feel like shit so I did what I could to help her feel better. I’d give her pedicures and manicures during our Monday nights and when her hair grew back really curly, I’d help her straighten her hair to style it like this wig as she liked it so much. 

I miss her so much every day, and now I try hard to raise money for cancer charities in her name so that hopefully, one day, no one else will have to lose a beloved family member to this shitty disease. 

Next year will be 10 years since we lost mum, so in September 2017 (you heard it here first!) I’ll be taking part in the Wolverhampton half marathon to raise money for Breast Cancer Now. I wanted to do something big for the 10 year mark and doing something as challenging as a half marathon in my home city is perfect. The route goes past the street where I grew up and my uncle’s house (mum’s twin brother) is right on the route too.

So now I’ve got to get myself fit, I’m hoping to do it in around 2 hours and I have a dodgy knee so this will be tough. But compared to chemo, what’s a little running?


Baby weight be gone!

There comes a point where you can no longer blame your extra weight on baby weight any more. For me, I said all along that this cut off point would be when Isla turned one, and now that she’s 13 months, my baby weight excuse has now expired and I’m still a stone and a half heavier than I was pre-baby.

I put on around two and a half stone when I was pregnant, and lost a stone within the first few months of Isla being born as I was breastfeeding, but the rest has settled around my midriff annoyingly and refuses to budge, so I’m wearing a size 8 top at the moment but a 12 in  trousers.

I’ve had a few issues with my extra weight. These aren’t excuses mind you, just genuine bugbears of mine. The first is that I have PCOS and that makes losing weight more difficult, plus I love my food. I freely admit I have no willpower and hate feeling hungry.

My attempts at dieting over the years have all been unsuccessful, and now I look back, completely ridiculous as I was around 8stone 10lbs and a size 8/10 before Isla was born. A very wise person said to me during this time that I’ll look back one day and realise that I never needed to diet and I’d wish to be the size I was, and they were right!

But all that’s about to change. I’m determined to lose at least a stone of this baby weight and get back to 9 stone. I’m overhauling my diet and cooking a lot of Slimming World recipes, and the house is now full of fruit and vegetables instead of crisps and chocolate.

I’m signing up to do the Wolverhampton half marathon (more on that later) and I’ve been doing some exercise videos from YouTube when Isla is napping (including the dreaded plank!) and going to the gym when she goes to nursery on Friday mornings, and now I’m working part time in retail, being on my feet for hours at a time helps too. 

I’ve bought some snazzy workout gear, including some funky leggings as you can see. Those blue dip dye leggings and grey stripy legging were a steal from George at Asda for £7 each in the sale, and the crop top was only £5.99 from New Look. This crop top has also become my motivation as I’d like to look like Kate Hudson does in her Fabletics gear! Consider this my “before” image!