Thanks guys. 4lbs to new stone bracket AND a change in BMI from obese (II) to obese (I). I know it doesn't seem like much to most people but I am properly excited as it has been a goal of mine for quite a while. And then it is time to work on getting out of the obese and into overweight category. and it is now a full 6 stone loss compared to my medical records! just thinking 4lbs... even 3.5lbs will do...
Nate did play nice, but it was quite funny, he was no happy with me holding another baby. We went to the assessment and it turns out they only weigh and measure them at this age if they have concerns, which she doesn't. She noticed I was a lot smaller. haha. So I explained that's why I haven't taken him to be checked in the past year, which is fine it turns out. So why they make such a big deal about it I don't know if it doesn't actually matter. Nate did a beeline for the big box of toys. And in his usual fashion, emptied them out one at a time, and, again in his usual fashion he put like with like... At which point the health visitor says "oh, I didn't know we had 2 of those rattles." Yep, Nate put them on top of each other. I laughed and explained he puts like with like and pointed out the 3 different saws he put together. Nutty child. He did a little bit of chattering, including a sentence or too, just talking to himself. Which also surprised her, yep, my boy is a wee brain box. I know. Amusingly, as soon as he finished emptying the box, sharing a few toys with me, he said, "bye" to the health visitor and waved and started making off towards the door. haha. I asked him to put the toys away and we weren't going just yet. And so he put the toys away, which also shocked her. Apparently 2 year olds don't do this. So Nate is lovely and bright and fabby, and I'm a good mum who has done a wonderful job with him. Which is nice to hear when it isn't done condescendingly. This wasn't, for once, usually it is said by people who think I am still a child. I have had a couple of 20 years guesses recently, which is only 6 years off, so we're improving.
Sorry for the big ramble, but I have HVs and I've been dreading this.
For the past week I have been eyeing up a dress in one of the charity shops in town. It is lovely, and lime green (which isn't usually a colour I go for) and has been on a mannequin in the window for the past week, winking at me. Today I went in, figuring it wouldn't be my size anyway. But it was a large so I figured I would try it on. The poor bloody mannequin had its arms removed in this ladies attempt to take the dress off - at which point I really bloody hoped it would fit for the sheer effort she was putting in getting the dress for me! And being the nutty place it is she got a scarf to cover her boobs up to save her modesty. Ahh, I dunno if I could live anywhere normal. Mooching around I found another skirt, monsoon, never been worn by the looks of it 16, and cotton with no give in it. I have issues with my mammoth hips, but picked it up to try it on. and they both looked fab! So I got a new dress, and I got the purple belt they put on it too, and a new monsoon skirt
pretty excited. I got nate a new book, and a lion bin, and mum got him some doggy things in another shop. The dress and skirt were £7.50 each, and the belt was £3. We call it the expensive charity shop. They had a horrible jumper for £45. Ok it was D&G but it was still hideous. But woop and yay. And off to exeter tomorrow
need to get big man some new shoes. His present from my brother came today and was very fun (monster skittles) and he got a card and £20 from his dad. I nearly passed out in shock!