A little life update

I’ve been sitting here debating what to write about for a while. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written myself as the #takingbackourkeys project took centre stage. I have a few things in the pipeline that I want to discuss, but I thought I’d start with a little bit of a life update so to speak.

Me and Kieran both had our Birthdays (we’re both May babies!), we ended up having an impromptu picnic dinner on the beach with prosecco for mine. Watching the sun set and opening prezzies, I don’t think it could have been any more perfect.

I tested all my one rep maxes in training, after a 6 week block of intensely hard work. And I am so so close to my pre pregnancy strength! Since giving birth, making time for training has been one of my top priorities. 3-4 times a week I have 1.5 hours to myself, blasting heavy music and lifting some heavy weights. Alongside an hour of mobility work every single day. Parenting is all consuming, but rain or shine I make time for that – and I’m not shy to say I am very very proud of it.

The date of it being exactly a year since we found out we were pregnant has come and gone – yet another thing kicking up lots of emotions. All the memories of the emotional pain we were in this time last year have been flooding back in slowly but surely. I think since having Arlo all those emotions melted away a little, but lots of things have been gently reminding me that they are still there – that period of my life still happened. And so I’ve been taking some space to process that.

Arlo has become very vocal in the last few weeks – giggling and making all the baby noises! I think his giggle is one of my favourite ever sounds – is there anything better than that ‘dirty old man’ baby giggle?

Kieran finished uni on Tuesday, and we are now working towards moving into our own house and both starting university in September. It feels as though the three of us can finally be together and start building our lives. Which I suppose has been rather emotional and may explain why my mind has felt so full lately. Kieran is my one constant throughout all the uncertainty, and now that he is home it’s kicked up a lot of emotions. I’ve never ever believed in the idea of ‘soul mates’ or ‘love at first sight’…but meeting Kieran may have changed my mind on that.

Well, it’s only now I write it down that I can put together why I’ve been feeling a little weird the last few weeks. All those things combined makes for a heavy emotional load. But I’m taking the time to create the space I need in my mind and as a family we are most definitely at a turning point of moving onward and upwards.

I’m working on some exciting new content…which will hopefully be of value to some people. So keep your eyes peeled.

Georgia X

London, projectile vomit + poosplosions

Me and Kieran have had quite a few big days out to London since we met. It’s become some what of a tradition as it’s where we had our first proper date. By that I mean that we met up once to have a drink on the beach, but then I went away on holiday with my family…so we met up in London for a day out a couple weeks later. Here are some pictures of our first ‘proper’ date (pancakes for breakfast was the highlight…and buying Harrods bears of course)

In keeping with our parenting ethos, we were not going to let having a baby stop us doing all the adventurous and spontaneous things we have always enjoyed…so now that Arlo is 9 weeks old we decided to have our first day in London as a family of three!

The first debate was if we should take the pram or just use the baby wrap. In the end we decided against the pram as negotiating rush hour trains to London with a rather large pram seemed less than ideal.

We were up and out the house by 7am. The train ride there was nice and easy, not too busy for the first half and Arlo was very content. We arrived at London Bridge, popped Arlo in the baby wrap and went to have a tour round, courtesy of Kieran. I love looking round Borough market, all the smells and beautiful food displays. Kieran showed me Flat Iron Square and we went past the pancake house we had our first date – nothing like a trip down memory lane.

Arlo needed feeding so we made our way to a little cafe called Mouse tail which is connected to a library. First we went to change Arlo and never have I been in such a hot baby changing room – it might as well have been a sauna. After grabbing a table and making up a bottle Kieran started to feed Arlo before he headed off to his lecture at 10:30am.

I was busy sorting out our bags when I heard Kieran gasp…I looked up and Arlo had been sick all over Kieran, never before have I seen a face of such distress. Just as I was getting a muslin out the bag Arlo projectile vomited a second time. Kieran was now dripping in it…the floor was covered…and I had completely lost it laughing. You couldn’t have made it up. All this commotion going on in the corner of a silent library. And just to top it off, as we gathered our stuff and made our way back to the sauna of a changing room…a man came and sat in Kieran’s chair. We got back into the changing room, and here’s a funny picture for you – Kieran was topless (as he had to change tops), i was having a wee and Arlo was naked crying on the changing table…all while we are sweating our balls off. I was basically crying laughing at this point.

Kieran headed off to his lecture (sick covered jeans as his new fashion staple) and I went and chilled out in Pret with a coffee.

A couple hours later me and Arlo went to meet a few of Kieran’s friends from uni in Starbucks…you can pass that baby round to anyone and he’s not phased in the slightest.

Me and Kieran headed off to walk to the science museum (note that its an hour and a half walk from where we were). Its funny walking through London with a small baby strapped to your front…you either get disapproving looks or looks of adoration.

We stopped off in a park near the London Eye to have some lunch and give Arlo another feed (this time without the projectile vomiting). There were lots of small children running around the play park…i can’t believe Arlo will be that big in the not so distant future.

We then continued to walk to the science museum, sight seeing along the way. Passing Waterloo station, Trafalgar square and Buckingham Palace. Arlo perfectly content in the baby wrap – he goes straight to sleep when I put him in it! Even with all the noise in London.

Very tired from all the walking, we finally reached the Science museum at 4:30pm, had our bags checked and headed to the pattern pod to have a sit down. Arlo needed a nappy change and a feed, and one of the staff recommended a place called ‘The Garden’ to take Arlo…sounds nice right?

Just as we came out of the changing room and made our way to the lift (I was carrying Arlo)…Kieran looked at me and pointed at Arlo’s back. I turned him round and to my horror he had done a poo…all the way up his back and through his clothes. You have to laugh. Somewhere in the 10 second walk from the changing room to the lift he had decided to give us a lovely present. We made our way down to ‘The Garden’ and found another changing room. Kieran cleaned up all the poop (Dad of the year) and changed Arlo’s clothes while we hysterically laughed at the situation.

Having all recovered from the poosplosion, we went and sat in ‘The Garden’ to feed Arlo…I will highlight the extremely false advertising here…as it was actually a dingy basement with a few benches and a poor paint job. Here’s a picture for accountability;

It’s now 5:30pm…closing time. A security guard comes to usher us out and we pack up all our stuff and made our way outside. In short, we came to the science museum to clean up lots of poo and enjoy the delights of the basement. Me and Kieran just stood outside and laughed…parenthood truly is a hilarious adventure.

Believe it or not we had a great day…I have so much love for my little family and can’t wait for more adventures.

Georgia X