Milo Starts school

In the midst of having baby number three, we had to do the awful school shop during the holidays! 

Never fun, EVER!

Having just had a baby, a tetchy 6 year old and an excited to be starting school 4 year old, this year was no exception!

Having previously briefed  Rufus that if his old school shoes still fit he wouldn't be getting new ones, obviously they fit, tantrum ensues! 

Mental search through next and m and s for the right sizes we actually managed! ( just about!) 

I just can't believe they are both in school and. That Milo is even old enough to be there! Last 4 years have flown by! 

 Well done Milo, 1st week of school finished! 

Although he already doesn't want to go back!! 

Ezra Arlo Reeves

09/08/16

The latest addition to our clan, and probably the last (😥) 

Of course it was the usual induction malarkey, before or gorgeous baby boy made his entrance into the world! 

Ezra this is your Daddy thinking he was going to catch you! Not that he has ever made it this end during a labour!  

As boys this blog is mainly for you, I won't go into gory details! 

Very shortly after this picture our 3rd boy was welcomed into the world! 

Ezra me and you had an emotional week in hospital consisting of baby blood tests, canulas and light beds! 

You were very brave, mummy wasn't. 

We did have a little laught though, making hats out of pill cups for you!

We finally brought you home to your beautiful brothers! 

You have settled into the mad house ,and it's like you have always been here! 

Welcome Ezra ( Ezzy bezzy bum chops) 

Trips to A and E

Hospital Trips in a week

We were doing quite well until recently with our trips to the hospital, people always told me you might as well live at the hospital when you are a mother of boys.

Milo has always been under the pediatrician as he has a small hole in his heart, but these visits are not due to the idiotic antics of small boys!!

One evening a few months again, whilst putting the boys into bed, Milo starts making the most horrendous gaspy, chocking sound. I instantly throw his over my knee and give him some hard slaps on the back. After whart one can only descibe as an eternity, he gasped and the the following words came from his rather limp and frightend body "dont worry! its gone down"

After initially feeling immense relief, i ask him "whats gone down?" "the penny i was playing with"
I still have no idea whee the penny came from, but also why he took it to bed with him.

After a discussion with a few people, the nurse from the medical centre near us to, we decided i better take him to A and E. 

After a few hours, we had been the xray department and to much relief the penny had passed the 'Danger Zone'

You can see the offending penny on the right!! 

You think we would be done for the week right?! 

Wrong!!

On the lovely 'relaxed and organised' school runs, we were in the car all ready to go when Rufus closes his own door. But in doing so he puts his hand in the door joint and pulls in to on his hand! The door even stayed closed! 

Uuuggh, as I legged it round his hand instantly started turning blue and looked like sausages. 

Cue, another trip to A and E! Luckily on both trips we have got away with no real injuries. 

I would like to leave A and E for a while now thanks boys! It's not good for my health! Xxxx

Halloween

We have just enjoyed a fairly low key Halloween, dressed up and went to our good friends for tea!

I find the whole trick or treat, a difficult thing to gage, I think it's ok if you go around to your friends house, but I am not comfortable knocking on strangers doors asking for sweets. We have always have sweets in and dressed up with the boys, and enjoy Halloween that way, without having to annoy our neighbours! ( I think we manage that enough already- living in a terrist house and having two very noisy boys) 

My Minions

Love these two boys, even if they do drive me demented.  (they are currently cleaning the bath!? I'm not sure why?)

Xxx

Testing days

Today has been one of those days!!

I'm  Sure you know the sort, from the moment your little darlings wake they are in destructo mode. Everything you do just becomes 10 times harder.

It doesn't matter what you do, they are determined to ruin it. I know as positive parents we are not meant to say these things, but they do!!

Our first mission of the day, which incidentally  started with beautiful sunshine, was to go get them some summer pumps, as they have been wandering around in shorts and winter boots! 

Off we head to John Lewis in cheadle with plans on going to Dunham massey or Quarry bank Mill after said mission. It is busy but I have seen it worse. We head to the shoe department and wait our turn. Milo and Mark go look at the toys whilst Rufus and I look at the shoes. 

Milo has his grand national winnings that is burning a hole in his pocket and is told he can spend it after we have new pumps.

Rufus is measured and we have some converse and new Dr Martins School shoes! Easy! Job done!

Or So we thought?!!

Milo decided he wants the same is his big brother, however with his awkward narrow feet they are just too wide! 

Cue awkward 3 year old tantrum!! 

I am normally one for picking my battles but I not letting him have shoes that just don't fit. 

We offer various other shoes but he screams down the joint and refused to put them on! How he managed to hide his feet is beyond me! 

Getting rather embarrassed I tell the nice man with the shoes that we will come back in a bit. 

Milo at this point has squashed

himself under one of the clothes racks and is bellowing that we are 'hurting' him. 

I wouldn't mind but we weren't even touching the little sod. Loads of pregnant women and their partners are shopping for the cute baby clothes giving us filthy looks, and  are I'm Sure are muttering to themselves how they will be 'much better parents!' You wait! I try to convey with one look, let's see how well you do when you have a little dictator with bad case of the grumps screaming at you!! 

Through gritted teeth I manage to coax him out, trying to see the funny side as some parents are telling me they have been there before too! 

Anyway, as it turns out even though we needed shoes he didn't end up

with any or spend his winnings. He was not pleased but we were still being strong at this point. 

Off we now head to Dunham Massey, it's started pissing it down just to add even more fun to the day. Rufus has a

Melt down because we won't let him wear his new pumps and doesn't want

to put his coat on.

We should have just called it a day at this point and gone home. Mark

Is getting madder as he wished he had stayed in and watched the Grand Prix! Still we muddle on. 

By some miracle we manage to get around the national trust house with only a few hairy moments. Milo slamming the door to the first room we were in being one of them!! As they have managed to behave they are allowed to pick something from the gift shop with the grand national winnings, putty and a mummy fossil.

At home they are both playing, Rufus being an archeologist and Milo with some play putty. The play putty is now in Rufus's hair and squashed into the turn up of milos shorts! The mummy from the archeological dig is broke and there is dust everywhere!! 

I have officially given up!!

They are asleep and I am going to have a gin and tonic!!

Rufus and Milo, today has been hard work. It's a good job you are both so cute whilst you are asleep!! Xxx

Crazy Days

It's been a hectic few weeks in the Reeves Household, as we have joined the Tucker Family in their madness!! 

Jennie has a dance school with children from the age of 3 going up to a Wonderful grand old age, and every two years she stages a show. With over 400 people taking part. There are 4 shows as some of the littlies can only be in one matinee show. 

Last show Mark photographed the classes in the run up to the show and most of the show on his own, as Milo was pretty tiny for me to be involved. This year however we have done it all together. 

Unfortunately the kids have been passed a bit from pilar to post. And I start to get chronic mum guilt. My rational brain says it doesn't happen very often. I am pretty much with my boys 99% of the time. However I have enjoyed the challenge. Along with a healthy dose of guilt and a rotten cold thrown in!!! 

I have helped with the scenery, which is probably more my bag, but I am pretty slow and Barnsie (jennie's hubby) is like a speed demon compared. I like to think I helped out a bit though. ( if you hear otherwise don't tell me!! Hahaha) 

We (hopefully) managed to get a portrait of all the dancers. Here is one of Scarlett, who unbeknown to us all has been poorly and still managed a smile xx

As you can imaging the little ones are just so easy to photograph as they are all so cute.

The show didn't come with out its drama though as Mark had a massive hypo, I have not seen him have one that bad for a very long time. It's pretty scary as he seemed to be ok to amazingly drunk like

In about 2 minutes. If anyone else has a type 1 diabetic husband you probably know what it is like!! It normally comes with a torrent of verbal abuse aimed in your direction!! I have learnt to be thick skinned about it, or maybe he is just trying to tell me something and I am too dense to realise?? :-) 

We just have the huge job of processing all the pictures and retouching them all. 

It is a very time consuming process and  can be quite frustrating when people just want to have the pictures without paying. 

I know as am parent how there is always one thing after the other to pay for, but it also drives me potty when you put in all the effort and people Iove them, and can't find £4 for our time and effort to buy the bloody picture! 

Anyway rant over, it's almost the easter holidays and I am looking forward to spending some time with my boys, hopefully a bit of camping, some swimming and a lot of chocolate eating are in order!!!

Here is a portrait of me done by my gorgeous Rufus, I think he has me down to a tee!!