Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Dino Jaws Dinosaur Exhibition

On Friday, I went to the Dino Jaws exhibition with Daddy and Little Lady.
I haven't been to a museum or exhibition in some time, although it's something I used to enjoy. I can think of a dear friend of mine, who when they knew I was having a bad day would take me somewhere like this to learn or discover something new.




Dino Jaws is an exhibition of Dinosaurs at New Dock Hall in Leeds, which has been created by the  Natural History Museum, featuring life-like animatronic dinosaurs, including a 3/4 sized replica of a T.rex!  


As well as showing the dinosaurs, there is information relating to each one, about their diets, environments, and structures. 

 

The exhibition also includes some hands on experiences too, for example we fossil hunted, touched the contents of a fossilised dinosaur stomach, and felt some dinosaur poop!

 
Although the website advises: 
The exhibition is aimed at school groups and families with children aged seven and older, with some activities aimed at children aged four to six.
Little Lady enjoyed it, apart from the T.rex, his roar vibrates the floor, but once she was lifted off it she was roaring along.  There were quite a few smaller children there who seemed to be happy.


 

A great family day out.

Prices 
Online - In Advance 
Adult / Child Admission - £5.95
Child aged 3 and under - £0
Family of 4 admission - £22.00





On the day
Adult / Child Admission - £6.95
Child aged 3 and under - £0
Family of 4 admission - £25.00




Easter Egg Craft

I don't celebrate Easter, it's just another Bank Holiday, that has no bearing on me, even when I worked in a bank, I still worked it! lol

I decided me and Kiki would do an Easter Egg hunt whilst Daddy was at work.
I bought some polystyrene eggs from Hobbycraft to paint. For those that know me, you can probably imagine my OCD in overdrive at the prospect of the mess!
I covered the table by taping some black bags to it, I think I saw this on Pinterest or a blog I read, sorry cannot remember where.
I had some flower oasis around from another craft project, I cut it to size of a few tubs and using toothpicks stood the eggs up. 
I set out the paints all ready for my little lady to explore.

 Looks like I'm about to perform some 'at home' surgery!


Yes, it was messy, but it was fun, we both enjoyed it.
We let them dry with the intention of going on an Easter Egg hunt in the garden; however due to the rain, we ended up playing in the house with them. We tried to spin them, catch them, roll them, etc. 
Oh and then Kiki tried to eat them!

Family Portrait

We got a deal for a photo shoot back in December 2013, and to be honest, I struggled to find the one print I wanted for free, well included in the price. I just didn't like the pictures at all, too staged, cliché, not relaxed enough, all looking away, etc.

I was reluctant to book another, but I wanted a decent picture of me, Daddy, and Kiki. A deal came up for the Model Experience, so I did what most people do these days and Googled them. I found their website engaging and reviews were favourable. I bit the bullet and booked. 

Then I forgot to check the expiry date of the deal, I'm usually really good at reading T&C's too.
I received an 'about to expire' email from the deal company, panicked, and tried to book. In between Daddy working shifts and our impending holiday, we were pushing it to get booked in, but the staff were great and booked our appointment. 

However, a few days before they rang to ask if we could change it as they had some modelling work come in; obviously this is their bread and butter and definitely pays more than I could, so I was happy to rearrange, after they had been kind enough to help me.

Then the night before our second appointment, the photographer texts me a long message apologising profusely, but he's ill and had been putting off calling, hoping he'd be up to it, but he knew he had no chance now. By now it's too late before our holiday, we agree to book in when we get back.

Third time lucky? We booked the third appointment and got to studio, unfortunately they were having a problem with the electrics, but electrician was on site, and they supplied us with coffee whilst we waited. Eventually, all up and running again, and lots of apologises from the team, we went into the studio room. 

Kiki was getting tired and cranky, seriously not up to being photographed. Our photographer waited whilst we cajoled, bribed, and pleaded with her. The photographer constantly suggesting things to work around Kiki and what she was doing. I was getting stressed as I was thinking these photographs are going to be crap!

But you know what, I struggled to get the photo shoot down to 11 pictures! I love them, they capture 'us', the pouty child, me and daddy laughing as she runs away...


 
  I love these two, especially the right one, she looks so cheeky!


If you would like to book a photographer in Leeds for parties, family shoots, modelling, etc. I can't recommend The Model Experience enough. I am so pleased with our photo's and will be using them again. Check our their website for all their services.

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Mothers doing it wrong. Again!

Mothers are getting it wrong. We are putting our children before our husbands. How bloody dare we?!
At 11:00 today, ITV's This Morning had a debate with Andrew G Marshall, a marital therapist and author, who has written a book about putting your partner first.

In his book, I Love You But You Always Put Me Last, he offers suggestions to strengthening your relationship with your partner, (wife or husband) and making sure that you put them first, for example, greeting your wife first when you get home, children second, or by putting a lock on your bedroom door.

Phillip Schofield and Holly Willoughby both challenged him over his ideas. Firstly, he doesn't have children and secondly, that a partner often becomes more attractive because of the way they put the children first, by being a good dad / mum. 

Who should you put first, partner or child? Only 16% of respondents to the poll on This Morning said partner first, 84% saying children.

These are Marshall's The 10 Golden Rules:

1 Don't neglect your marriage: it is the glue that keeps the family together.

2 Being a parent and a perfectionist don't sit easily together. Instead, aim for good enough.

3 The main job of a parent is to take your children's feelings seriously, but this doesn't mean giving in to every whim, rather explaining why something is not possible or sensible.

4 Happy relationships need good communication skills as well as love and connection.

5 In disputes about how to raise your children, there are no right or wrong answers. Listen to each other, be assertive and negotiate.

6 Don't draw children into adult issues or let them take sides.

7 Encourage your children to be self-sufficient and don't become their servant. In this way, you will have more time to invest in your relationship.

8 You need to feel loved by your partner and not just a service provider. To this end it is important to be romantic, have fun together and make sex a priority.

9 When there's a problem, try not to label your partner or the children as the cause: look at your own contribution.

10 If something is good enough for your children, it is probably good enough for your partner, too.

These are taken from an interview published on the Guardian website here.

Now, obviously, I haven't read the book, but there are a lot of people agreeing and disagreeing with Andrew G Marshall online and in social media. 

But my main thought is 'for G-d's sake, why can't mums get a break, do we need more guilt?'
I appreciate that yes, in most cases children wouldn't be there if if wasn't for your partner, and yes you need a balance, but how many us feel like we are already putting so much effort in to trying to find that balance?

Me & Daddy have struggled being a couple since Little Lady arrived, but even though I'm stressed and need a break at times, my child will always come first.

I haven't got any more space in my head or heart for guilt about my partner not being first. Am I looking at this wrong? Should I be rejecting that guilt and thinking that a happy marriage will bring happy children?

What do you think? Do you agree with Mr Marshall?

Blogging Every Day in August: Your favourite photo's (Day 14)

Sarah at Yummy Mummy In Training has set herself a challenge of blogging every day in August and has listed her prompts. As my blogging is a bit hit and miss at the moment, I will be using her prompts to generate some ideas too.

Today's prompt is: Your Favourite Photo

As always, I can't make a decision, so I have several.

 This one because it's the first picture of my daughter. I look like crap but I am so filled with love.

 This is the only photograph of us as a family.

This is the photograph of Kiki in her outfit when we went to London 2012 Olympics, although she was only weeks old and slept through most of it!

My favourite wedding photo.


Me and my stepdad.

Me having fun in a desert in Egypt!


Leeds - Liverpool Canal.
 
 Haverfordwest Waterfront.

 Roundhay Park.


Yorkshire Sculpture Park.
(I believe I did mention I have a thing for pictures of trees....)

Blogging Every Day in August: Best bit of your day (Day 13)

Sarah at Yummy Mummy In Training has set herself a challenge of blogging every day in August and has listed her prompts. As my blogging is a bit hit and miss at the moment, I will be using her prompts to generate some ideas too.

Today's prompt is: Best Bit Of Your Day

This is an easy prompt for me. 
When I wake up on a morning and look over at my Little Lady in bed playing with her toys and she catches my eye, smiles and stretches her hand out to me, with a pointed finger, so we can touch fingers. 

Oh and that 5 minutes when at the end of the day the kiddo's asleep and I pour a glass of wine...


This glass is from Lucinda Jayne Boutique on Etsy, who ships worldwide.

A complete balls up of a week!


My fear of having a crap birthday last week probably led me to setting myself up for a fail!
In the past few years I have spent my birthday home alone, whilst hubby was at work, or whilst we were separated. This year, whilst having money burning a hole in my pocket, and NEEDING to spend it, (I really mean spend it!), I finally treat myself to some pampering and loved it. 

Read about Beauty Culture here and Hayley Warner Make Up here

I had a good birthday. As I had the Make Up Lesson in morning with my great friend, followed by afternoon tea at The Queens Hotel, I didn't even have any alcohol till evening, which meant I wasn't drunk by 7 p.m. and home! lol

After I had my make up done, I felt really exposed, I know that sounds contradictory, but I don't wear it often, and it was quite full on, especially with my St Tropez tan and fuchsia pink dress!

My friend looked lovely, and was told by her hubby and myself. She told me I looked good, but my hubby never even mentioned it. Now, logically, I know this is because I bought a dress I was unsure of, completely different style to usual, and asked his opinion. He said he liked it apart from the mesh overlay on arms and chest. I immediately took this as I look crap, and hate myself, and this sodding dress! He decided not to comment further on anything else...

Because depression is such a bitch. I ended up feeling unloved, undervalued, disrespected, etc..
After another little incident the following day, I had a meltdown. 

I needed to get away, I couldn't handle the way I felt and being around him. I wanted him to acknowledge how I felt. Let’s be fair, we married 8 years ago, if he doesn't know me by know...

I ended going to see a family member, bearing in mind I only have the one, which went tits up too! It ended with me in tears, getting a taxi at £110 and only taking what I could carry, i.e. my daughter and bags. I had to leave various things, spending money I didn’t have just to get away in the early hours of the morning.

Sometimes life just f*cking sucks too!

Pregnancy and Depression

Pregnancy and Depression are no longer new to me. Although this is my first pregnancy, after eight months, I am fairly used to it. As for depression, I don't know if I will ever be used to it, but it has been part of my life for the majority of it.

For the last few weeks I have been really struggling. Not with anything in particular, but all of it. Life in general. As usual, there was no defining moment, no spectacular single event, not major mishap, just an ever increasing feeling of shittiness. As always the feelings of low motivation and lack of interest escalate in to complete 'I don't give a crap, what's the point? what does it matter if I can't drag myself out of bed after another night of little or no sleep'

Last month I had discussed with my G.P. about increasing my meds again. I said No. I didn't want to. To be honest, I don't want to be taking them at all and doubt I will ever accept that I will have to for the rest of my life. During the last three years of so, I have been on numerous medications, anti depressants, combinations of pills and dosages.

I have never accepted the depression / mental health diagnosis fully, too often the diagnosis has changed and never been explained to me why. Besides once you are labelled with mental health issues, everything and I mean EVERYTHING becomes a consequence of that. 

You (are):
Not sleeping = side effect of mental health problems
Want to kill yourself = side effect of mental health problems
Gain weight = side effect of mental health problems
Lose weight = side effect of mental health problems
Get a cold = side effect of mental health problems
Feel stressed = side effect of mental health problems
Feel down = side effect of mental health problems
Get a headache = side effect of mental health problems
Get a stomach ache - see the pattern...?

When I fell pregnant I was at the lowest I'd been for a while, I had attempted suicide and really did not want to live. I wanted to just sleep. It wasn't the first attempt and I doubted it would be the last. I remember telling my CPN that although it may not have worked, at least I slept for 14 hours!

I knew I was pregnant within days and my mood flitted frequently between happy, scared, and full on What the F*ck?! As I have mentioned previously when I found out I stopped taking my medications, in conjunction with Drs' advice, gradually. I tried to cope without but as my head was all over, it wasn't a good idea. I thought of suicide again several times, but would not / could not bring myself to do that to my unborn child. Eventually, near the start of my second trimester, I went to see a pharmacist for information. She was great, gave me actual information, numbers, etc. but stopped short of over loading me with information. 

When I restarted on the medication, just one of them, I felt bad, but was assured by medical professionals that the risk to baby was less than if I relapsed, as according to the Royal College of Psychiatrists 'you may need a higher dose of medication if you become ill. Sometimes you may need two or more medications to treat a relapse. This might be more risky for your unborn baby than if you take a standard dose of medication throughout pregnancy.' Only one doctor actually said directly to me I was risking my baby's life. I told him bluntly, it was a lot less risky that me killing myself.

Finally, I started to feel human again, worthwhile. I actually thought about my future and not just the baby. Hell, I know it sounds selfish but what I wanted to do! I have never fully bought into the whole depression (etc.) thing, I often think it's a lazy diagnosis, especially seen as it's not my only one! The end of feeling rubbish and feeling better, was to me the ending of the couple of grotty years. A lot had happened, much of it very unpleasant, so naturally I was stressed. I spent years self medicating and managed to get through the years preceding it, so I would again. Maybe...

But recently my mood has dropped, seriously, again. Again seems to be a popular word around me, so perhaps I should have expected some form of crash.

At the beginning of this week, I was fast approaching breaking point and would have probably hit it face first at full force had it not been for some great people on Twitter keeping my sanity, reminding me I was normal! That's no mean feat!

I thought enough is enough. I was so stressed out I needed help. I don't know how much of stress / anxiety is normal for a first time mum, or whether I passed that a long time ago. It feels like the latter. I'm normally one of those people that once she finds something of interest, in this case pregnancy, I dive in head first finding everything I can about the subject. At the beginning of my pregnancy, knowing that this was probable, and possibly not healthy for me, I made a conscious decision not to do this. 

However, as I am in the 'High Risk' pregnancy category, I am being seen by both the hospital midwifes and the local midwifes. I am not seeing anyone consistently, so it's hard to develop a relationship with them. I have been reliant on the Internet, which presents its own problems. As I said I wasn't sure how much of my stress was normal, at least if I was around others in the same position (i.e. pregnant) it would help. I asked one of the midwifes for support, to be told she didn't know anything but maybe try the health visitor and the Mental Health in Pregnancy service. She also referred me to NSPCC. As she had no leaflets I wasn't sure what for! I have received a letter since to say it was for their Pregnancy, birth and beyond course, although I still have absolutely no idea what that is!

My CPN also called the health visitor service and was told I would be getting one appointed during this last week. I have not heard from them yet though.

F, who has kindly volunteered to be my birth partner, had mentioned Home Start to me a while ago. I didn't really know what they did, so read a couple of the posts on their site. I sent an email basically blurting out my current state of mind and begging for some help, or at least a point in the right direction. After a couple of emails, a lovely lady rang me to discuss coming to see me to see what type of help they could offer. She asked casually how I had heard of them, something they ask everyone. I said F had mentioned them to me, as she used to be a volunteer with them. As soon I mentioned her name, I could hear the smile on the lady's face. I knew I had made the right decision to contact them.

My psychiatrist also referred me to the Perinatal support service, so I am awaiting an appointment from them.

At my therapy appointment this week, I mentioned all this. He told me I was emotionally dysfunctional and that I needed to accept help, but also know when to ask for it. He is right obviously, but I couldn't help but think 'No shit, Sherlock'!

I have also increased the meds. I feel slightly better in that I have asked for help and seem to be getting things in place. Although I think 'surely, I shouldn't have needed to be in this state for someone to check I was coping?' But again, maybe that's just part of the I need to accept help, ask for it, and admit that I am not weak for wanting the help anyway. 

I would hope that there was some kind of service that signposted what help was available and where to find them. Given my 'diagnosis' and at risk category, surely they should be clear signposts? 

If you have already suffered from mental illness in the past you're more likely to become ill again in the first year following the birth, even if you have been well for years. 

I would have loved one point of contact throughout my pregnancy, someone to answer my questions, I had to wait nearly a week for a call back from my midwife. I know that is not possible in the ever decreasing NHS but it would have been nice. Someone I could call and ask those silly random questions to. And believe me I have lots of silly random questions! I'm sure they are 'normal' (to the extent normal exists), but don't feel it to me. I don't have many female friends, especially not ones with children. And have little family, so am rather alone in this.

For anybody that does need help, I will post my sources when I find them, or are given them. My Angels (hey, it's Easter and a nod to religion is allowed) and me have found these so far:


08457 90 90 90; 
(Ireland): 1850 60 90 90; 

Perinatal And Mental Health Unit
The Mount
44 Hyde Terrace
Leeds
LS2 9LN
Tel: 0113 305 5509 
Ask your local hospital as they will have a similar service. 

A World Lives In You

You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, 
but at the same time you carry them with you,
in your heart, your mind, your stomach, 
because you do not just live in a world,
but a world lives in you.
Frederick Buechner