Christmas Treats

Father Christmas was very kind to our household this year, we all had lots of lovely treats.

There were a few treats we could’ve done without though.

You may remember that we were plagued by coughs and colds at the beginning of December. I thought we were on the mend but at 3am on Christmas morning came a really fun twist (not really fun but I’m trying to pretty things up here).

We woke up to change and feed Thing 4, all quite normal so far. Hubby was downstairs making the bottle while I changed the nappy on the bed (Thing 3 was also in bed with us as she always ends up in there before the night is over). I had just undone Thing 4’s nappy when I heard gagging next to me, I looked across to Thing 3 who was throwing up huge chunks of stinky puke all over Bears side of the bed. I quickly pulled her hair back and began rubbing her back to soothe her but then I realised Thing 4 had her bits out and could pee or poo over me at any moment!

After a quick nappy change hubby came to my rescue and helped clear the mess up as I stifled more than a few giggles at the fact she puked on his side rather than mine. *Does evil laugh*

So that started our day off beautifully, treat 1 done and massively enjoyed… not.

Then on Christmas afternoon, after we’d received some treats that we actually did enjoy, Thing 3 was crouched in the hallway playing with her new toys when we were overwhelmed by the most rancid smell I have ever had the displeasure of smelling. We all looked at each other, clearly thinking the turkey farts had started early this year, before realising that the smell was coming from the hallway. Poor Thing 3 had literally exploded. The watery crap was all down her legs, over her feet and, the very best part, all over the floor. Yay. Merry fucking Christmas.

Christmas 2016 will be forever etched in our minds as the year of the unwanted treats.

For anyone who may be concerned, Thing 3 received lots of love and cuddles and is slowly making her recovery after infecting the rest of the household with her treats.

The saga continues…


Heaven on a Plate

Up until a few months ago I was a Sprinkles Gelato virgin. I know. Where have I been living, in a cave or something? Nope. The fact is I’m quite a stubborn old witch so when I saw everyone else raving about how amazing it was and posting their stupid sodding photos of their Sprinkles goodies I generally took the piss a bit and vowed never to go there.

That was until I did. And Oh. My. God!

What can I say, I’m totally converted and will happily take the kids there whenever my bank balance allows it (which isn’t very often but I’ll take what I can get). I even, now here’s a major confession from me, took the obligatory ‘look what I’m eating’ photo. *Hangs head in shame*

As soon as you walk through the doors you’re hit with the sweetest, most lovely smell. I know I look like a right muppet walking along, nose in the air sniffing in all the yumminess. But do ya know what? I don’t care. I’m there for the experience and that’s just what I’m gonna get!

The menu is huuuge, I’m always tempted to ask for 1 of everything on the menu but even my lard-arse body couldn’t take that much goodness all at once. My fave is the warm cookie dough with ice cream and strawberries which absolutely count as 1 of my 5 a day right? I love the combination of cold ice cream with warm cookie, it’s simply heaven on a plate 😋.

It’s ok to dribble while you’re writing a blog post isn’t it?