Emma-Lou - Look At You!

I was asked along to a brunch event a few weeks ago, in town (Manchester), to Neighbourhood , so along I went with my work pal.  Bellini before noon? Why not!  Now I've been to Neighbourhood before with my PA Network Group , for drinks and was impressed then how they dealt with such a large group of us.  The drinks then were served so nicely, with a real personable service.  I noted that I really liked the place and if I was that way about town would defo go in for drinks.  I have to say, I'd never thought about Neighbourhood for food, which is funny as I know it's a restaurant.  I'm glad I had my eyes opened.  So we arrived to a great big party it seemed, it was busy for a lunchtime do.  Bellini on arrival, "Yes please".   We went through from the bar to the seated restaurant, and the decor was a winner with me, done out so individually and bespoke.  I was so surprised when speaking to the manager later that they're to close for refurb

I was lucky with both my babies, they breastfed with no real problems, THANK GOD for Lansinoh mind.   I did have one small dilemma early days.   After the birth of our girl, getting home we had the usual bombardment of visitors. One evening in the first week, after a day of visitors and health visitors and emergency trips to the chemist (for already mentioned miracle breast cream).  We'd settled for the evening, was just to give baby her last feed before attempting to put her down.  So, baby latched on, a relax from me, let down of the milk and a a little knock on the door....  Bloody hell who could that be, we peep out of the window and it's my lovely in-laws, the doting grand-parents.  Now as it goes when I got further into my breast feeding career I was less bothered about where I fed and who might be around.  But then I was nervous about it, and knew my FIL would be mostly horrified.  So, I grumbled to Mr. C to organise the hospitality and I headed to the bedroom t

The other day our Willow got a rash, it was an angry sort of rash, made worse by Willow itching himself raw.  Funny thing, Willow diagnosed himself with, 'itchma'. Anyhow it got worse throughout the evening, so I rang out of hours, they squeezed him into 'GoDoc' at the hospital.  To state here, the National Health Service in this country is fantastic, if you need medical advice/reassurance/treatment, how lucky we are that it's so FREELY available.   So it turns out, it's an eczema allergy type thing, caused by new jumpers, that #BadMa didn't wash before putting them on.  #Obvs when the kids are poorly; it's all about me, I started to feel so guilty. It's ridiculous, but the more I mulled it over, the more guilt came over me.  It had to be my fault, Lizzy has never had eczema, why would she I breastfed her for miles longer than Willow.  With m'laddo I gave up the minute he turned 26 weeks (the bugger was a biter, and had top and bottom teet