Tikka Masala or Baby Poo?
If you follow my blog, I hope you will agree that I do my best not to 'lower the tone' - too much...!
I try to post things that err more on the side of family friendly. I always say to myself: it's the internet- things stick around in the virtual world- in a few years' time will my children mind what I've posted?! And so I only post things to which the answer is 'yes.'
HOWEVER- I am potentially about to break my own rule. But I'm too entertained not to share!!
You're wondering now, aren't you? What am I going to do?! What am I going to post?! Ooh la la!
Well, today my husband deflated the ball pit... and this was the view...!
Hilarious!! Or so I felt! What a questionable ball pit shape, huh?! It is in fact a princess castle inflatable: the - erm- 'long bit' is in fact a turret! Of course! Phewf- what did we all think it was....?!
Talking of some confusion, I had another questionable incident this week. Baby, at only 2 and a half weeks old, has been waking up quite a bit at night. Standard. She has been waking, say, every 2ish hours or so for a feed and my body feels like it's using lots of calories and energy to keep up the 2 hour feasting. By morning, I am therefore waking up feeling hungry as a hungry flipping hippo.
I was keeping a huge stash of biscuits by the bed, but since Tot decided to help herself to them, and tantrumed when I tried to explain that 'Mummy actually needs them,' I've had to hide them and resort to actually getting out of bed in the morning to hunt down food- and lots of it!
Well, one morning this week we all headed downstairs at 7am, and I gorged on 4 digestives. However, when I opened the fridge for some orange juice (balanced breakfast, right?) I clocked eyes on a microwaveable curry. Yup. And I couldn't get it out of my head. Tikka masala thoughts continued to plague me: I tried desperately to potter about; doing porridge for tot's breakfast and then engaging in a game of chase the Ninky Nonk (naturally!) But that plastic-filmed pot of curry wouldn't leave me alone!
By 8am, I'd only gone and eaten it. Polished the lot. My husband said, "I'm not even gonna ask...!" which is usually a sign you're doing something a bit strange, isn't it? Gosh it tasted good!!
Immediately after I'd finished my masala- and what a coincidence coming up- baby woke from (another) nap and greeted us with tropical thunder sound effects from her nappy! She had of course only gone and done an EEP (Epicly Explosive Poo.)
Having changed her completely; dumped my curry plate in the sink; fended Tot away from the fascinating display of food and faeces, I sat back down for a moment of calm. Only...I was actually faced with a moment of horror! I looked down at my new Animal hoodie.... and saw this speck:
The question still remains: was it tikka masala or baby poo?! I dared not smell it- didn't want to spoil my 'breakfast,' did I? Instead I got the Mother of all cleaning products (baby wipes) and wiped it off. Hey ho. Dressed for the day. I will wear nice clothes (#mummantra.)
Feel free to play along- what do you think??Tikka masala or baby poo???
