Martini please...

I'm working through some self inflicted woozy moments today. After a night out razzing in Leeds I drove back (in very foggy conditions...stressful!) to the land of Robin Hood  to attend a children's party where 15 manic 3 year old rampaged around having the best time EVER! Apart from when they did the grand old duke of york and LV threw a hissy fit, once I'd managed to calm her down she claimed that she hated the york march. Ok then. Thankfully there was food and a chair so I'm pleased to say I survived.

I drank Malibu last night, accidentally, and have been reminded of that fact at regular intervals throughout today. This was not through choice. I usually drink Martini, lime and soda but due to a communication breakdown as I bellowed my order at Ally whilst the music in Prohibition blasted out she ordered me a Malibu, that's right, a Malibu, lime and soda. It was was a taste sensation as I took a slurp of what I'd expected to be Martini to be confronted with a blast of fizzy coconut with a hint of lime. I drank it all the same and am still enjoying the fruity taste now. Well, when I say enjoying I mean, not enjoying, unenjoying, there is no enjoyment in the way I currently feel.

With the festive season fast approaching I fear I will be feeling this quesy/tired regularly over the coming weeks. However next time I accidently get a Malibu, lime and soda I just won't drink it, simple. So you might say that some good came out of last night. I am much wiser today, I will not be drinking Malibu with lime and soda again.

The Malibu orderer.

Emily and the Malibu drinker.

You would be mistaken if you thought that I looked like I was using the arm of the chair to help myself into a standing position, the actual truth is that when the photo was taken with my arm against my body I looked a  right unit so I took action, I think this was take 3.

xo.

Say what LV?

LV Can I have a narma please mummy?
Me Yes if you can ask me again for a banana
LV Can I have a banarma mummy?
Me Yes you can if you just try your best to say banana
LV banana
Me Well done, I'll get you a banana

So I go into the kitchen, no bananas, oh dear

Me Sorry LV we don't have any bananas

LV Oh, maybe I'll have a suma?
Me Yes you can if you can ask me for a satsuma?

Luckily, I could deliver on this one.
Xo.

Mortifying moment of the day.

When I looked at LV with my razor sharp stare in an attempt to stop her misbehaving in a busy supermarket and she shouts " Please don't phone Santa mummy...please!". Brilliant, now I'm officially rubbish.
xo.

Christmas and Cuteness.

I didn't mean to go out and buy Christmas decorations, but that's what happened. I love Homesense, I can't deny it, it has never let me down and I can't think of a time I have ever left Homesense empty handed...ever! So here are the most fabulous owl Christmas tree decorations you ever did see.

And here's a photo of the little gem that rocks our world, Christmas is going to be such a hoot with this little trickster around:

xo.

Back in the habit.

Yes, it's true. I managed to get myself (with LV in tow) down to the charity shops first thing and boy am I glad I did.

I picked up two of these lovely kitsch glasses and the most beautiful crocheted runner.
xo.

Mummy I chopped Liz.

LV moved upstairs at nursery two weeks ago, all was going well, until this week. We've had reports of moons instead of suns on behaviour charts, plenty of time kicking back in 'time out', a collision which resulted in a significant bruise, but most seriously a 'chopping' incident. Yes, my three year old is a crazed, chopping, pain inflicting, danger-mouse! She attempted, but did not succeed in chopping her key-worker simply to get her attention....well, it worked she certainly got the attention she wanted. If that's not bad enough this incident was followed with another...

Me 'Hi LV, have you had a good day'
LV 'Yes but Liz told me off'
Me 'Oh no, why?'
LV 'Because George cried'
Me 'Why did George cry?'
LV 'Because he banged his head......on my leg'
Me 'oh, how did that happen'
LV 'I lifted my leg and his head banged it, he banged my leg...I didn't cry'
Me 'Poor George'
LV 'Poor LV'

I find these interactions too funny to worry about her behaviour. Then, today in Morrison's:

LV 'I want a treat'
Me 'uh, after this week I don't think so'
LV 'how about a hamster'
Me 'pardon, did you say a hamster?'
LV 'Yes, a hamster, called Julian'

WHAT???? I need to be stricter, but first I need to suppress my laughter.

xo.

All Hallows' Eve.

As I stood in the queue at Sa waiting to pay for the naffest witch costume I'd ever seen dreading the scene in the morning where LV refused to wear the costume I'd wasted £12 on because 'it's not flippy enough' I made the mental decision not to buy it. I'd make one instead. The main issue was that I'd made this decision on Sunday 30th October at 4pm. Leaving me just a few hours to make LV a Halloween costume for nursery the next day. I settled on simple....she could go as a black cat. I already had a black long sleeved top, black leggings and a cat mask (I wore the mask on my hen do, I forget why!) so the only thing I had to make was a tail. Excellent. I made her a tail out of black tights stuffed with other tights, sewed the tail onto a belt made again out of a leg of tights and painted the end white. Easy peasy. Saintly costume making mother. I tried to generate some excitement the night before telling LV she'd be dressing up..
LV ' As a princess?'
Me 'no'
LV 'As a bunny again?'
Me 'no, not this time, you'll be dressing up as a cat'
LV 'no thank you mummy'
Me ' yay, it'll be so exciting, you'll have a tail and I'll paint whiskers on your face...'
LV 'Whiskers? Ok then mummy'
phew..............
However, she was not happy about the costume.....she liked the face paint...but refused to wear the mask after this photo was taken:

Desperately reaching out to be saved from her homemade costume obsessed mother.

After being in nursery for around 10 minutes she spilt water all down herself and had to change into pink leggings...you can't be a black cat with pink leggings on. Costume ruined. Next year I'm going to be prepared and I will hunt down the best shop bought costume ever....or if I make one, I'll leave myself enough time to do a less embarrassing job.
xo.
Note to self - buy a pumpkin the week before Halloween, leaving it until 4pm on 30th October means ALL the shops will have sold out. Fail.