The charred wick has barely stopped smouldering from Gabriele’s first birthday cake candle and already he is making a stand as a one year old independent young man. Overnight since his birthday he seems to have made the transition from adorable clumsy baby to daredevil stuntman and there literally is no stopping him. Where he used to wiggle backwards off of the sofa and bed by shuffling his bottom down and finding his feet on the floor, he’s now jumping head first off the edge and somehow landing on his hands and crawling away at lightening speed.
My heart was literally in my throat this morning when we set him down to play with his new push along birthday train and he decided he wanted to ride it, standing up and laughing at me! I’m going to be grey before my twenty-sixth birthday at this rate!
He’s also discovered how to climb Millie’s bunk bed ladder and get into her bed – I can’t believe this is even possible!? But I will get a video of him doing it because it really is incredible, when he gets hold of poles or tabletops when we’re holding him he actually tries to lift his own weight and do chin-ups! Now I’m all for health and fitness and I loved the Insanity workout, but surely it’s a little crazy when your one year old son is already on the same level. 🙂
I have discovered the wonders of the iphone5 after upgrading my Blackberry torch this week and what a difference it has made to my daily life. I know it’s just a mobile phone and I’ve had phones for years, but I’ve never had an apple despite working from my MacBook. I’ve always switched between Motorola, Nokia, Sony Ericsson, and Blackberry as I preferred phones with actual keys for writing emails and browsing as opposed to touch-screens which are frustrating with long nails. However, as I changed my laptop to a MacBook the other year, when my 24month mobile contract came up for renewal I decided to make the leap from Blackberry to iphone to keep everything in order and I literally haven’t slept for more than four hours a night since.
I am officially an iphone addict and I’ve never loved anything non-human so much. My new iphone5 has absolutely completed me, it’s been that little puzzle piece that was missing from my chaotic life, and now my pond is calm and tranquil because of it. I have all of my social media apps in one place, with them seamlessly linked together so that I can edit my work online, upload and share it at the touch of a button. I can check on advertising traffic, convert the payments from USD to GBP and calendar my upcoming commitments instead of scribbling dates on the back of an envelope and losing it. My iphone5 has replaced around 80% of the pens, paper, business cards and trinkets that I stash in my handbag because it literally does everything and already I cannot imagine life without it.
The iphone5 is slim, streamlined, stylish and incredibly practical for business. After never having even held an iphone before I was amazed to have mastered the controls within minutes and I sheepishly grin to myself when I find a new app and create a new folder to organise them into categories and link them to my contacts and websites. It’s every OCD-er’s dream come true!
One of the many new experiences the iphone5 has introduced me to is Instagram and I’ve been turning every picture I take into a creative work of art, my facebook wall will never be the same again! Whilst I was out shopping the other day I decided I wanted to make use of my PIP breast implants that I had removed two weeks ago and put them in a picture frame on the downstairs toilet wall. Now I know this might seem a bit strange to have a body part removed and then displaying it in your home but my viewpoint is that I was shy and introverted as a child, having breast surgery as a teenager gave me self confidence and helped me to grow as a person, and although it unknowingly put me in danger from them being PIP and made from non-medical grade silicone, I have had them replaced and am healing well. So I don’t see them as fake breasts superglued into a picture frame, I see them as hope and inspiration to conquer your weaknesses in life and fight for what you believe in. And hanging them vertically on the wall doesn’t make them as blatantly obvious, more quirky!
So it’s been two weeks now since my surgery and I am allowed to drive again. I haven’t attempted it yet today as I’ve found wearing a seatbelt difficult because it pulls across my chest and my breasts are still very tender. And as I can’t lift Gabriele for another two weeks it means that I can’t get him into the car for me to travel anywhere so I’m still pretty much a sitting duck for the next fortnight at least. I’ve now taken my DVT support stockings off and it’s lovely to have my legs back as I’m not a fan of wearing socks in bed and it felt strange to have my legs wrapped up for so long. But gradually normality is returning and every minute is one less until I can cartwheel down a hill and let of my excitement of having my body back.
Whilst having a wash in the bath this morning the steri-strips over my mole that I had levelled off of my right breast came up so I took them off and saw what was underneath. I wasn’t entirely sure of what I should expect as my mole was dark brown and raised and I’d had it my whole life, but with the bandage off I’m now left with a skin coloured circle surrounded by blood and all I’m speechless. To have my mole taken away is amazing, and although it’s still healing and the redness is obvious, it will subside shortly and I can actually have a cleavage with no marks! I was half expecting my only option of getting rid of my mole would involve cutting it out and living with the scarring, but to have it cut flat to the skin and the colour removed, well it’s fantastic!
Poor little Gabriele had a horrible rash come up on his thighs this week and I panicked when I saw how bright and bold is was on his squidgy milky skin. It’s a mothers first thought to check for meningitis and roll a glass over the rash to see if it pales off, which fortunately it did. I called the out of hours doctor and tried to explain how it was raised and patchy but had no head to it, and after answering questions over skin sensitivity, washing powders, food intake and routines I was assured that it was more than likely an allergic reaction to something and should he go off of his food, lose strength or suffer with his breathing then there was nothing more I could do. And by the following afternoon the rash was gone, just as suddenly as it had come.
We still don’t know what caused it as we’ve not changed our routines at all this week and all of our cleaning products and clothing are the same as normal, so it’s one of those baffling things that we’ll never have answers for but are glad that it’s over.
And it seems that the mystery rash wasn’t the only thing out of the ordinary as Millie came home from school and almost passed out on the sofa fully dressed within minutes of walking through the door. I tried to wake her for dinner but she could hardly keep her eyes open and slept through on the sofa in her coat until the evening before going up to bed and sleeping all night too. I’d already ran through a mental list of possible illnesses and medication to help her to feel better when she woke up, but by the morning she greeted me in the bathroom right as rain without so much as a sniffle of a cold or loss of appetite and she’s been fine since. So who knows where that came from, but I’m glad that both of my babies are fit and healthy.