Wow, it’s been a long time!

September 18, 2009 at 2:37 pm (Life gets in the way...) (, , , , , )

Months and months, in fact! And such a lot has happened that I’m just not going to have the time to put it all on here, so I’ll just mention the main ones:

1. As of last week, I am a Stay-At-Home-Mum! Yes, I decided that working part-time just wasn’t working for any of us (Xander started refusing to nap, Dale didn’t get any rest and I got no quality time with Xander at all, even though I was only working afternoons!), so I quit and am now much happier, even if we are completely broke. I’d rather be on a very tight budget and happy than having a tiny bit extra cash and being miserable. It’s true what they say – money can’t buy you happiness! Besides, I figured nobody ever lay on their death bed saying “I wish I’d spent more time working!” did they? No, it’s always, “I wish I’d spent more time with family/friends!” etc. So that’s what I’m doing, at least for a little while. If push comes to shove I can always get an evening job stacking shelves in a local shop, so long as I have my days free to spend with my Little Man.


These were taken today – doesn’t he look grown up?!

2. Xander will be a year old next week! He’s saying a few words (Mama, Dada, Nana, No) and can sign a few too (drink, yes, no, friend). He also tries to say dog and also his Auntie Leni’s name. His latest trick is cruising round the furniture easily and has taken a few tentative steps (i.e. he launches himself at us) towards me or Dale whilst on the sofa – then when he falls on his bottom, he giggles and applauds himself for being so clever! He’s almost sleeping right through most nights now, although lately he’s been a little more wakeful again due to teething (he has seven teeth through and the eighth one has been giving him some trouble for a couple of weeks now), and is the kissiest, huggiest boy in the world!

So, those are the two main pieces of news. On a more immediate note, I had a bit of a hair disaster today. I attempted to go from being white-blonde to something called chocolate blonde (which is a shade or so darker than Xander’s hair and is as near as dammit to my own natural colour), but it came out purple instead! So I had to don a hat and go out to by a darker dye and came home with French Roast – now I’m a sultry brunette! It’s a lot darker than I had planned, but I rather like it!

purple hair!brunette2

From purple peril to sultry brunette!


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For the Chop!

March 7, 2008 at 8:39 pm (Baby, Life gets in the way...) (, , , )


Due to the fact that I was suffering abysmal all-day morning sickness, I had to delay my haircut past the usual 8 weeks. As a result of this, my scraggy mop hadn’t been chopped since December and was in dire need of repair (not to mention the ends were a bit dry as I went from being a bleach-blonde to a red-head at New Year) and so I made an appointment with the only woman I allow to touch my hair – the wonderful Nelly.

I’ve been going to Nelly at the James Dun’s House Aveda Salon for almost two years now and during that time she’s gone from being an Academy Level  stylist (at £20 for a cut) to one of the most sought-after stylists in Aberdeen (at £40 a pop, which I am more than willing to pay, because she’s bloody good!). During that time, we’ve chatted about pretty much everything from our work to our husbands to our lives in general, so she knew I never had any plans for children…

An exquisite boy called Dean took me to my chair and wrapped the cape around me and then brought Nelly over, who snuck up behind me and exclaimed, “It’s been so long! Look how long your hair is now!” (in her beautiful Ukranian accent).  I explained that I’d had to wait for the worst of the morning sickness to pass before I could safely sit for an hour and be pampered, at which point she came round to the side and said, “Look at me.”

Yes, you’ve guessed it – she is also sporting a baby bump! Nelly is due three months before me. We both burst out laughing whilst hugging and congratulating each other in ever rising squeals while Dean grinned beside us. We then got down to business and discussed what I wanted her to do with my unruly mop (the same cut as I already had – I love this cut!), then she left me with Dean for my head, neck and shoulder massage (which was wonderful!). Then, whilst Dean washed my hair, he congratulated me too and asked all kinds of questions as he massaged the conditioner into my scalp (I announced I would have to take him home with me to wash my hair every day – the boy has magic fingers, I swear!).

Then I spent the next 45 minutes swapping info and tips with Nelly who, being just a few months on from me, could tell me exactly what she’d been through from very recent experience (we also compared eating habits and exercise, as well as how our family, friends and colleagues have taken our baby news) as she chopped into my hair and made me look beautiful again (and Dean gave me a hand massage which was sheer bliss!).

Of course, come June, I’m going to have to let someone else cut my hair, but Nelly assures me that she will call several of her colleagues over to see who will best suit me in her absence and prepare them for my naughtiness (the first time she cut my hair as a trainee, I wigged her out by making her cut off my long locks into a very short choppy style and then said,  “I don’t like it!” – of course, I was joking, and it really broke the ice for next time!).

Still, I’ll get another couple of cuts from the divine Nelly before that, but I’m really going to miss her when she’s on maternity leave!

In case you’re wondering what my haircut looks like, it’s exactly like in the picture shown below, but it’s red instead of blonde.



On a completely separate note, I’ve just inadvertently had Dale in a fit of the giggles.  Apparently, he’s under the impression that I’m permanently horny now that I’m pregnant (which isn’t all that far from the truth, but that’s beside the point) – of course, I denied it. He then asked, “OK, when was the last time you weren’t horny, then?” to which I replied, “Lunch time.”

Personally, I don’t see what’s so hilarious!

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