Lovey Dovey

With Valentines Day being less than a week away my thoughts have turned all ‘Lovey Dovey’. I class myself as a true romantic and hearing the word love turns my legs to jelly. I love nothing more than to hear all about my friends adventures in the land of love, and love creating some of my own. 

It may not be Friday but I am head over heels in love.

                

            All this talk of love got me thinking about ‘Labels’, and no I’m not talking about Prada or Gucci (although that gives me a great Valentines present idea for myself.) I’m talking about the labels we put on one another when we’re in relationships. Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Partner, Bit of stuff, The other half...

                

            When I was younger there where certain rules when it came to matters of love. If you were kissing somebody then that was called ‘Meeting’. If you were happy enough to hold hands under the school desks and do some more kissing, then that was classed as ‘Seeing’ someone. Basically ‘Seeing’ someone is the same as being Boyfriend and Girlfriend, but at that age that wasn’t a ‘cool’ thing to admit.

               

             So then you label yourselves as ‘Boyfriend and Girlfriend’ when everything gets ‘serious’, and that’s lovely. It’s simple, easy, Bf, Gf, a couple.

            And then out comes another label when you’re in a more professional situation, and you’re asked about the person you’re in a relationship with. I don’t know if it’s just me but sometimes in said situations I feel a little childish saying ‘Boyfriend’, and so out slips the label ‘Partner’. Then everybody looks at you a little bit funny because you’ve said partner and not boyfriend.

                

           Great, so now they think I’m a lesbian and they’re all too ‘PC’ to ask if I am or not.

           Perhaps I’ll go back to my childhood roots and just say ‘Oh this guy I’m ‘Seeing’ he’s wonderful!’ 

                

    Love

                

    Laura

                

   xxx

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Broody-ness

brood·y Adjective /ˈbro͞odē/

Synonyms:

• adjective: pensive, meditative
• noun: sitter

• broodier comparative; broodiest superlative

• (of a hen) Wishing or inclined to incubate eggs
• (of a woman) Having a strong desire to have a baby
• Thoughtful and unhappy
  • his broody concern for the future
    
    

I have been feeling a little broody lately. If you are looking at the list above I am referring to broody number two. I spent the weekend in the company of a two and a three year old. Now normally when faced with spending any amount of time with children I break out in a cold sweat. It's not that I don't like children I'm just not very good with them.

With my baby sitting head on I played the part. Adopt crouched over position suitable for picking up the tiny people when they fall over, use the friendliest non patronising baby voice I can find, and I was good to go.

First off I was forced on to a trampoline with the three year old, fun fun fun. But actually surprisingly it was quite fun. Who wouldn't want to spend an afternoon on a trampoline? I felt like a little kid again, except that my hand that was holding his was considerably larger.

I pushed a buggy for the first time too. The little one was fast asleep, probably best seeing as the ride was quite bumpy. I was surprised by the weight of the buggy and didn't realise how difficult the steering would be. I ended up going round in circles and getting the wheels stuck in the mud.

Back in the house, buggy away and trampoline out of sight, we played with little toy cars. Chasing the little ones around the room with a police car was really good fun. I wasn't too fond of them driving the cars up and down my face, but that was nothing a little tickling couldn't stop.

Speaking of tickling, I read the 'Mr Men' book 'Mr Tickle' to the boys. They really enjoyed it and I had their full attention for the whole story. They liked the parts where I tickled them and giggled lots.

There where lots of cuddles over the weekend. The one yr old liked to sit on my knee and drink chocolate milk. I love the feeling of cuddling babies, god I never thought I'd say that, but it just feels really warm and well, cuddly.

This was the point that I was feeling broody. The little one rocking gently on my knee, drinking chocolate milk. The toddler playing cars on the floor, all angelic and sweet looking. That was when I thought to myself, yes I would really like to have a baby. I would like nothing more than to go forth and pro create!

Then the little one pulled a rather strange face, a look of pain and then sudden relief. I felt a warm heat on my knees, and then I smelt it. I may have pushed a buggy for the first time, but today was definitely not the day to learn how to change a nappy.

Then the toddler pulled the biggest bogey that I have ever seen out of his nose! Eek!!!

Too much! Too much! Too much!

And pass the children back, go home to my lovely child free zone, straighten back out, put on normal voice and relax.

Feeling broody?

No.

Love

Laura

xxx