Happy 4th birthday to my beautiful boy

Today is one of the most important people in my lifes’ birthday.

I cannot believe that my amazing little man has reached his fourth birthday already.  I really do not know where the time has gone.

Dear Gning.

I love you with all of my heart.  You are one of the most important things that have ever happened to me…  Who knew that after so long in trying to have you, that today you are celebrating your 4th birthday.

You are such an amazing little guy.  Your smiles really can light up a room, and you have the best sense of humour I have ever known.  You definitely take after me, ha ha.

I want you to have everything you possibly can have in life.  I will try – as will daddy and your grandparents – to make you want for nothing – without being spoiled.

Have a fantastic birthday, little guy.  I love you so, so, so much.

Love from Mmymmy xxxxxxxxxxxx


Baby it’s cold outside

Yippee do everyone!  It’s another Monday in 2014, but there are only two Monday’s left in this year (including today).

I finished work for Christmas on Friday (19th).  I’m not back in until next year (2nd Jan), and I’m really grateful for the break.  That sounds kind of funny, considering I have actually had two and a half weeks off work sick…  At least this way work doesn’t have to “check up on me” every day.  This is my time.

Yesterday was my 34th birthday.  I celebrated it by doing nothing all day, unless you count playing “Worms Battleground” on the xbox one.  Later on, we all showered, then went to Frankie & Benny’s with my mum and dad.  To say that I was stuffed by the end of the night was an understatement!!

We had cheesy garlic pizza as an “appertif”, then mum, hubby, Gningy and I had a (REALLY LARGE) sharing platter as a starter…  My dad had garlic mushrooms (I think).  For the main courses, I had spaghetti and meatballs, hubby had spaghetti carbonara, Gningy had fish fingers, mum had salmon pasta in a creamy sauce, and dad had BBQ’d ribs.  To say the meals were absolutely scrummy was an understatement.  However, there was still the cake to come…

The lights were dimmed in the restaurant, the music suddenly got louder, and happy birthday was sung to me from around the restaurant.  It’s the same with every birthday in F&B’s.  The waitress placed the cream sponge cake, that my mum had bought, in front of me.  I was told to make a wish, then blow out the candles…

I cut the cake, and gave hubby, Gningy, mum and dad a slice.  There was no way I was going to eat it.  Not after all I had eaten already, and not long being over the pregnancy sickness…

All of a sudden, hubby pulled a face.  “That’s off”, he said.  Dad agreed.

The cream cake that was bought on Friday was “off”.  I’m glad I didn’t want any…

So, happy birthday to me.  Overall it was a great day.  Shame about the cake though 🙂

Happy Birthday Baby <3

Today is my sons’ third birthday.

Can someone please tell me where all the time has gone?


Birth x


1st birthday x


2nd birthday x


Almost 3 x

(Picture on his third birthday coming soon)

Happy birthday to my beautiful little man

Today is my sons’ 2nd birthday.  I have to admit…  I’m feeling rather emotional at the moment, trying to hold back the tears…

I don’t know why I’m feeling upset, but all I want to do is cry.  I think it’s the anti-climax to what should have been an amazing day for my little man.  As my husband has just pointed out, it’s probably all the build up to his birthday.  I got over excited myself, and to William, it’s just another day.  He may be able to say ‘birthday’ and ‘party’, but he doesn’t yet understand that today is a special day.  It was just a day where he was spoiled with wrapped up ‘pressies’ (as he calls them), and that he went out for dinner with his mmymmy, daddy, nanny and grandad…

The anti-climax?  Well.  William has decided to be in a bit of a ‘meh’ mood all day.  He’s over-tired.  He decided to start crying in Asda…  Then the screams come.  Then he decided to cry when we were out at dinner…

I don’t suppose that it helped me either, when the party next to us consisted of about eight-or-so (what I thought was) 16 year olds, and one of their ‘nan and grandads’.  The kids were all drunken, being loud, very disrespectful, and openly (and very loudly), swearing and talking about each others private parts.  The grandparents just sat there and said nothing.

Anyway.  It’s your party on Saturday, William.  You will be surrounded by family and friends who love you, and there will be no idiotic strangers anywhere near you.

Happy birthday, my beautiful little man.  You’re no longer a baby…  But you’ll always be my squish-faced, baby boy, no matter how old you are.

I love you ❤