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14 July
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The trials and tribulations of breastfeeding

Before having Buzz I knew that I’d like to make a good attempt at the whole breastfeeding malarkey. After all, it’s rammed down our throats that ‘Breast is best’, so in my quest to be the bestest-ever-mummy-in-the-stratosphere I went for a breastfeeding class (previously talked about and no, I didn’t need to show the teacher everything – this was my main concern). It all sounded so easy – get the baby into the right position, tease him so that he opens his mouth nice and wide and then, with your boob shaped like a burger (sounds weird, but makes sense when you see it), wait for the optimum moment and draw the baby in with maximum breast in his mouth. Easy peasey! What’s so difficult about all of that?! Well… A lot! What the books don’t tell you is that neither of you know what you’re actually doing, or that there’s no way for either of you to communicate what you’d like the other one to do. Seriously, you’d think those little bubbas could be given a crash course on the topic before coming out of utero – it would make everything so much easier! One of you cries in the face of the other with starvation, while the other cries with frustration – leaving you to wonder where the magical bond that breastfeeding supposedly brings is hiding out. And that was another pre-Buzz-selling-point to me! The connection I was told it would bring between my child and I. If someone had reminded me of this enchanting promise a few weeks in I’d have laughed in their face. It’s hard to associate something that makes you yelp in pain, curl your toes in apprehension and cry with despair as something that’ll generate an overwhelming sense of love and unity.

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And, of course, you’re shattered. In those early days you’re so knackered that you find yourself delirious on multiple occasions. I can’t tell you how many times I woke up with my hands frantically searching for Buzz, thinking I’d fallen asleep mid-feed – only to eventually spot him peacefully asleep in his crib where I’d placed him a short while earlier. Sleep deprivation is so disorientating.

When you’re feeding a newborn baby every two to three hours (counted from the start of one feed to the beginning of the next) you can’t help but feel like a walking milk machine (or a human cow), especially when feeding can take a couple of hours in itself – meaning you have an hour off before the whole saga starts again. It’s relentless. It took more patience than I was aware I possessed to get through the first couple of months. And then, as if by magic, it just clicked into place one day. It was as if we both suddenly knew what we were doing – the feeds became super quick and a sense of teamwork fell upon us. Hurrah.

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I can’t tell you how many times I almost gave up. I didn’t have a smooth ride with breastfeeding – I wore nipple shields (never felt so attractive) and got a lovely lactation consultant over to try and help me and Buzz on our merry-breast-way. I was determined and stubborn about the whole thing – I hoped we’d get it right eventually. And we did.

The kindest thing a midwife said to me about breastfeeding was that it took a good two weeks to establish… I was told this when I was a week in and feeling pants about the whole thing. It took more than that little week for me (in fact it was more like eight weeks), but her admission that it wasn’t something that everyone took to instantly gave me some hope. Remember, I’ve already blogged about my woes in the first month of motherhood, and breastfeeding was certainly one of the things I’d started beating myself up over, so her words offered me such relief. I needed to blast away my expectations and remind myself that Buzz and I were on our own little journey of discovery – with no right and wrongs.

Now Buzz has started sleeping through the night from 7pm-6am (heavenly) he’s cut out his night feeds altogether (for ages I still expressed his 10pm feed each night and now have a freezer fully stocked of emergency milk – I guess I went a little overboard! Ha!). His daytime feeds are down to 25 minutes long and are something that happens so quickly and effortlessly that it’s usually over before I’ve had a chance to check my twitter, revel in the latest gossip online or caught up on the latest episodes of Big Brother or Real Desperate Housewives of New Jersey. We both know what we’re doing now – we’re a little tag team in a milk relay…

There is obviously another fear-inducing-scenario within this whole topic though, and that is feeding in public… I’m sad to say I just don’t feel comfortable doing it. Yep, I certainly won’t be taking a breastfeeding selfie anytime soon. I feel paranoid, sweat profusely and become a nervous wreck. It’s not good. In fact, there was one day early on when I told myself I was going to give Buzz his next feed in a coffee shop – I was feeling adventurous. Moments later I got recognised. Needless to say my boobies stayed hidden away in my bra when I got to the coffee shop and ordered a takeaway.

But let’s not forget my Eurostar achievement I blogged about on the way to Disneyland Paris. A disgruntled Buzz wouldn’t take his bottle of expressed milk (he spat it in my face while screaming his head off), so I had no choice but to feed him from source. I felt extremely proud of myself afterwards, though I stand in awe of women who are confident enough to do it wherever they please. Obviously, there are also loads of clothes out there with quick boobie access for discreet feeding – www.mamaslittlesecret.co.uk, for instance, has some great tops that don’t leave you feeling exposed. Maybe one day I’ll get over my fears, but my little set up works for us, and that’s all that matters.

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Like last time, I hope my confession gives comfort to mums who are struggling out there. As with everything in life there’s not a one-size-fits all with regards to breastfeeding and what works for some won’t work for others. Likewise, you’ll find your own fears and trials are different to those around you. I know I persevered – but it’s down to the individual to choose what they want to do. I know how exhausted, vulnerable and unhappy the whole debacle can make a new mum… but NOTHING can compare to the love and joy a HAPPY mum can bring to her baby. Yep, go for happiness. Let’s not underestimate feeding your baby love instead of losing yourself under a cloud of resentment and frustration. So go forth with your breast or bottle with pride. You’re taking on the greatest task of your life – nurturing a human. Let’s not let a little spilt milk overshadow the epicness of that achievement.

On a separate note, I just want to say that I love my endlessly supportive family. Tom’s been away for a few days so Buzz and I took a little trip to Essex for the weekend. Sea air, vegetarian food (yep, still going strong) and lots of laughter… BLISS!

Have a great week you lovely lot.

Gi. Xx

07 July
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The Wood Wedding and McBusted at Hyde Park…

This week brought with it two massive summer events – the wedding of Fearne Cotton and Jesse Wood and then McBusted headlining at Hyde Park… what an exciting week!

I had a little fashion dilemma before leaving the house for the wedding as the dress I was planning on wearing got stuck in the machine at the dry cleaners and badly ruined. I found out an hour before I was due to leave. Major buzzkill! Needless to say, I cried. Well, I have just had a baby – planning outfits isn’t as easy as chucking on something from a plethora of gorgeously fitting clothes and picking what you liked the most – no, instead it’s trying on pieces and seeing what hides the lingering lumps and bumps the best while still making you feel a little bit beautiful. A frantic search through my wardrobe ensued. Luckily I’d bought a cream and coral dress from ASOS a few weeks ago that I was thinking about wearing for my interview on Lorraine before opting for something else. It was perfect for a summer wedding… Thank goodness!!!

 

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The McFamily were out in force to join Fearne and Jesse’s beautiful celebrations and party the night away. I’m sure you’ve all seen the photos from the wedding online so I really don’t need to tell you how stunning Fearne looked. We were trying to guess what sort of dress she’d be in before she arrived. We were all wrong. Elegant, feminine and floaty – she looked like an enchanting princess. The evening was filled with romance and LOVE! It’s wonderful to see two people so engrossed with one another declaring their love so unabashedly. Weddings are awesome.

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McBusted playing Hyde Park was always going to be a spectacular event. It was a flipping huge gig for them! Seeing as it was so important we decided to make it Buzz’s first ever show. I’m not going to lie, I was blooming nervous at how he’d react to the whole thing, but he was extremely chilled thanks to his Banz ear protectors and me carrying him around in our BabyBjörn carrier. He barely slept during the whole thing, preferring instead to giggle and smile at my best friend Katy, but he was content and happy, so I couldn’t really ask for more. The boys were all kinds of epic! I was a very proud wife.

 

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Also this week, I continued to juice for a further five days. Can’t tell you how great I felt at the end of it – although it feels weird to be eating again. I sort of liked the ease of taking my juices out the freezer and knowing my nutrition was sorted for the day! Now I need to think about what I’m putting into my body. I’ve continued to watch food documentaries – including Food Inc, Vegucated and Earthlings. Well… They were enough to make me never want to eat meat ever again. And that’s coming from someone whose favourite meal is steak and chips! As a result I’m going to try life as a vegetarian for a while… Possibly even a vegan as I can’t see myself wanting milk for a little while either. The upshot to this is that it’s got me back in the kitchen surrounded by cookbooks and experimenting with different recipes. Also, on the milk front – I’ve started making us homemade almond milk… It’s flipping amazing!

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Big love to you all this week!

Gi. Xx

23 June
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A Little Touch of Disney Magic…

We’d always planned for Buzz’s first Disney trip to be when he was old enough to take it all in and really enjoy the magic. However, when team Disneyland Paris got in touch and invited us along to experience their newest attraction (the same weekend Tom was in Paris with McBusted as One Direction’s special guests) we could hardly refuse.

As Tom was travelling up with the McBusted boys the day before, me and Buzz kicked off our adventure with a trip for two on the Eurostar. I’ll be honest, I was a little worried how I’d cope, but thankfully we managed to pack fairly light as Tom took the main bulk of our stuff with him. All I was left with was the car seat, pram frame (handy adaptors meant Buzz could be transported around the parks in this too), and a changing bag. Easy!

 

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The staff on the Eurostar were incredibly helpful and helped me get on and off – not as easy as it sounds with a three-month-old. And, on the whole, Buzz was a delight and slept the majority of the way. He did have a meltdown at the beginning when he decided he was no longer willing to be fed from a bottle (he actually blew a massive raspberry and spat a mouthful over my face. Lovely!). Instead he wanted milk from the source. Wonderful. So…along came my first public breastfeeding experience. Something I’ve always dreaded. To be honest, if I was on my own I’d have persevered with the bottle, but I figured a loose boob in the carriage was better than a wailing baby! To my surprise, I felt fine doing it and no-one batted an eyelid. That being said, I would like Buzz to get friendly with the bottle once again… I know breastfeeding is natural and something to be proud of, but I’m just uncomfortable doing it out and about. Sad, I know. I’ll ramble more about my thoughts on boobies in a few weeks time.

Anyway, shall we talk about magically wonderful and enchanting Disney? You probably are aware that we fricking love all things Disney (must repeat here though that we did NOT name Buzz after Buzz Lightyear) – it’s brilliant. I could walk down Main Street soaking up the atmosphere all day long. There’s just something dreamlike about the place with an underlying feeling of endless possibilities.

 

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Not only were me, Tom and Buzz there to experience the magic, but so were the Willis gang and Danny and Georgia. It turned into a mini group holiday! As a massive treat, we were kindly given time with Mickey in front of Sleeping Beauty’s castle. Well, he’s a sweetheart. He kept kissing my hand like a true gent… On reflection I think he was flirting with me. Ha! We did try and get him to do a McBusted jump to form the ultimate, ULTIMATE supergroup – MickBusted – but I think Minnie may have warned him against being silly with those naughty boys, let’s not forget he is a role model to millions…of mice.

On to the reason we were there and Ratatouille L’Aventure Totalement Toquée de Remy – a brand new area of the park dedicated to a rather special little rat with exceptionally good culinary skills. This ride is so different to any other ride I’ve been on in a Disney Park, so I’m not surprised there’s such a big fuss being made of its opening. I’ve been trying to think up a way of describing it… all I can say is that I’ve no idea how it actually works, but with the use of some Disney magic you become a rat, running around Gusteau’s kitchen. It’s brilliant. A huge thanks to the Disney team for the great weekend!

 

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This week I’m juicing! Yep, being a new mummy has led me to eat far too much cake – it’s time for a detox! I’ll let you know how I get on next week. In fact, I’ll write a little diary each day and put it all together for the next blog post. Should be an interesting read!

Love to all!

Gi. Xx

16 June
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Buzz Goes Swimming…

You may remember that whilst pregnant I loved swimming. Well, now that our little Crumb has arrived in the shape of Buzz, it was time to go back to our local Virgin Active for a little more time in the pool – only this time it was the baby pool, and Buzz, not me, going for a splash.

We’ve always known that we’d want to take Buzz swimming as soon as it was possible to do so. I had problems with my ears as a child and therefore couldn’t put my head under water until I was around ten years old – as a result I was a fairly poor swimmer (still am) and until recently panicked if I got too much water splashed in my face. I want Buzz to be comfortable in the water like his dad, so what better way to start than at three months old with his daddy by his side.

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Buzz loves bath time – he floats around and visibly relaxes once he feels the hot liquid surrounding him (after panic crosses his face for the first two seconds as he works the situation out), so I couldn’t wait to see what he’d be like in the (in his mind) vast and never-ending water of the pool. It was a lot for him to take in, but he seemed to enjoy his first swimming experience. Only towards the end of the session did he start getting tearful, but two minutes later he was fast asleep… in Tom’s arms in the pool. Cute.

We also started Baby Sign classes this week, which will hopefully calm the frustrations Buzz could feel before he’s able to talk. Baby sign gives babies another form of communication. Rather impressively another baby in the class had already picked up TEN different signs – a baby in the older group knew over a hundred! Wow!

Buzz totally loved the class. He was engrossed with the teacher Louisa, and his eyes were glued to her for the majority of the hour – the rest of the time his attention swayed towards his fellow baby peers. I’m sure a huge part of his development will come from watching other babies in the classes we’ve been attending. He’s like a little sponge at the moment – his eyes wide, absorbing as much of the world as he can. I often wonder what he’s thinking as he looks around at his surrounding. He always looks so deep in thought.

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Also this week…

· Tom won the Marvel Celebrity Dad of the year award! Hurrah! I think he is blooming awesome (as does Buzz), so it’s rather nice to know that others think highly of him too.

· Buzz had his 12week immunisation jabs… They weren’t as bad as I feared they were going to be – he’s a little tough nut.

· We’ve had THREE BBQs – talk about making the most of the weather while it’s here. Let’s face it, there’s nothing quite like a burnt sausage and a nice juicy burger. Ha! BBQs are the nicest way to relax with family and friends – luckily I got to see all my family and a few of my lovely friends this week. It’s been a sociable one… for once.

I’d like to wish a belated Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. My dad is the wisest man I know – he’s always there to lend an ear and to offer support, whether I ask for it or not. I’m a very lucky daughter. Obviously, it was also Tom’s first Father’s Day as a dad. I’ve no doubt that Buzz knows just how lucky he is too to have such a fun, silly, caring, talented and loving daddy.

Right, have a fantabulous week you wonderful lot!

Love Gi. Xx

09 June
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Two baby classes and one fabulous wedding!

At the end of last week’s blog I was rushing off to take Buzz to his first ever baby class at Daisy Baby. Regular readers might remember that I took Lazy Daisy classes when pregnant. This is an extension of those but with the addition of all our gorgeous babies there to join in the fun. I’ll be honest, I was incredibly nervous before I went along. I was sure Buzz was going to scream the place down and be the only baby not sticking to the lesson plan… Well he did grumble a fair bit at the end but he was hot and tired and fell asleep fairly swiftly when I picked him up and gave him a pat on the bottom – amazingly, babies like this because it reminds them of being in the womb and having their mum’s heartbeat thumping against them. Fascinating.

Back to the lesson – it seems there are many nursery rhymes that I simply don’t know or have forgotten the tune to. As the other mums delightfully sang to their bundles I mumbled at Buzz cluelessly (but with a massive smile on my face). It seems I have a bit of homework to do in that department… mummy must work harder. Regardless of my flawed performance, Buzz loved the new experience. Having never seen other babies before he had a good gawp at the ones in his class, although he was particularly taken with our teacher Beth. He wouldn’t stop staring at her – even when we were meant to be bonding and having mother/son eye contact. Little monkey.

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After that successful trip we went along to a baby sensory class on Wednesday – and this time Daddy came along too! Yep, Tom was the only dad to attend the lesson, but I don’t think that bothered him. This time it was his turn to sing the majority of nursery rhymes to Buzz – needless to say, he did a better job than I did. The great thing about baby sensory classes is that they give you ideas on what you can do with your baby at home. I never realised a blue pompom and green piece of silky material could bring Buzz such delight.

This weekend Tom and I attended the wedding of our friends Tom Hopper and Laura Higgins. It was the first time we’d taken a trip together without Buzz in tow since his arrival. It felt weird to be belting along to tunes on the radio as we made our way up the motorway (instead of keeping things hushed to protect Buzz’s ears… and sanity), but we knew he was having a whale of a time at home with my mum and brother Mario. He even had a visit from my dad and his partner – everyone making the most of a day with Buzz without us around.

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Whilst he was being spoilt with love, we were catching up with friends in Misterton and witnessing another kind of love being declared. And the fun didn’t stop there because Tom was also part of the wedding band. I know I’m biased, but even after only one rehearsal (busy people with manic lives), they sounded awesome and the dance floor was packed with people busting out their best moves – although dancer of the night has to go to the groom. I’ve never seen Hopper get his groove on so enthusiastically before. He was clearly having the best day. Thankfully the sun decided to make an appearance for the newly weds – blasting away the soggy day we were promised and making the gorgeous English setting even more glorious. Congratulations to Mr and Mrs Hopper!

And the week ended with the Fletcher family in one of my favourite places – The Doll’s House, which is perched at the top of Harrow-on-the-Hill and is the inspirational spot behind Tea-on-the-Hill in my debut novel Billy and Me. I love it in there and the cakes are delicious!

Also this week, Buzz developed his giggle – it seems his favourite time to practice it is when he’s meant to be having a nap. I’ve found him laughing to himself a few times, leading me to wonder what’s so funny about the side of his Moses basket. He’s so entertaining – one very cool little dude.

Hope you all have fantastic weeks!

Love, Giovanna
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19 May
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Learning That Children Cry… and that’s okay!

As a new mum I used to find myself going out in fear that Buzz would have an almighty meltdown in public and annoy the surrounding humans trying to enjoy their day… in the event that this occurred I used to hang my head in shame at my inability to keep the little man continuously happy 24/7. Firstly I’d sheepishly grab for his dummy. Yes. That’s right – in my moment of need I’d reach for that devilish little object designed to pacify upset babies that has attracted snobbery from those really-good-mums-who-know-exactly-how-to-read-their-offspring… needless to say, they’re far superior to mums like me who use it as a plug to stop the flowing wails – all the while frantically trying to work out what could possibly be the root of the problem. I imagine it’s a similar feeling to trying to dismantle a ticking bomb – my fingers would become clumsy as I faffed with his clothes (checking he wasn’t too hot or cold), sniffed his nappy (he could’ve done an almighty poop) and rubbed his back to check he hadn’t got wind (gas hurts). All the while I’d be spotting people watching me in my peripheral vision and would be sure I could hear tuts of annoyance… My cheeks would redden and I’d start getting all hot and sweaty. Although, thanks to my hormones and breastfeeding, this seems to be a regular state of being anyway – so nothing new on that score.

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Well, this occurred when we went for our anniversary meal in Manchester’s Rosso restaurant this week (Yes, even after Buzz’s meltdown in the same restaurant last week, we decided to go back – the food was that good!). Luckily, during this mini meltdown, we knew Buzz wanted feeding, but we still had to calm the hungry boy while we heated up his milk – let’s face it, five minutes is just too long to wait when you’re starving, so no wonder he wasn’t happy with the service Tom and I were providing!

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As expected, people were looking over and I was sure the lady behind me was annoyed… cue the attractive reddening and the sweaty pits (seriously, even my knee pits have started leaking). Fast forward half an hour and the lady kindly turned in her seat to tell me how gorgeous Buzz was. This led me to guiltily say sorry for his crying. She laughed and simply said with a shrug, ‘Children cry’, before continuing to tell me never to feel like I have to apologise for it. Not only did her words fill me with relief but the fact that I’d thought she was irritated by Buzz when she was actually admiring him left me puzzled. I know there are still people out there who get annoyed with the screams of a baby (who has no other form of communication to express his wants and desires) – but there are other people out there who understand. It’s the notion that these people exist that led me to laugh and smile with Buzz when he had a similar meltdown (again, over being fed) a few days later at a service station. Instead of hanging my head in shame and embarrassment I looked around me and into the eyes of the people glancing at me. It surprised me to see kindness. Yes, kindness and the knowing looks of people who’ve also battled with their own demanding mini humans. I can’t express how though looks lifted my heart. I vow to spread that kindness whenever I see another in such a predicament.

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Screaming babies aside (Buzz is actually very good, he just choses great times to go into panic mode), this week has been full of loveliness. Not only did I have a wonderful time celebrating two years of marriage with my gorgeous husband, but I also spent a lot of time with our families. I’d love to say that they missed me while I was in Manchester for two weeks, but, let’s face it – it was Buzz they wanted to squeeze. Nonetheless, it’s been great to be surrounded by them all and watch Buzz flash them his smiles – melting their hearts even further.

The week ahead promises more excitement as Thursday is the official publication day for ‘You’re the One That I Want’. I’ll be full of nerves thinking of people reading my creation and delving into my imagination… Aaah! Fingers crossed it goes well.

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Hope you’ve made the most of the weather this week – there’s nothing like being out in the sunshine!

Have a good one!

Gi. Xx

12 May
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Tackling restaurants with a baby…

This week brought Buzz and I some more time to enjoy Manchester while we stayed with Tom on tour. I know a few people were worried over how I’d get on staying in a hotel for two weeks with a baby, but it’s been fab… my only concern (now we’re going home) is how I’m going to get through all the washing we’ve accumulated. Anyone want to come round to our house and do it for me? Anyone?

Over these two weeks I’ve done something I didn’t think I’d be able to do for a few years… go out for dinner! I thought Buzz would be screaming the place down and annoying all the other diners, but he continuously surprised me by nodding off before we’d even arrive at the restaurants and then staying asleep for the whole of the meals. We were out for Matt Willis’ birthday last Thursday and we didn’t hear a peep from him at all (although I do think people think I’m crazy as they watch me continuously popping my head in his pram and checking he’s still breathing – unable to fathom his ability to sleep with the surrounding loud noise). Well, so far, he’s acted in this angelic way four times. However, we have had one near disaster…

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For a treat, my brother Mario took me to Rosso one night when Tom was staying away in Cardiff. I’ve heard so much about the Italian restaurant (and walked passed it so much in the last couple of weeks) that I was really looking forward to it. It started well. Buzz was asleep upon arrival – allowing me to take in the gorgeous building, eat a few olives and enjoy being entertained by some Rat Pack classics from a male singer. Yep. It was delightful… so delightful that Buzz felt he wanted to join in the fun. He woke up and wailed. And wailed… and wailed. Ha! Mario even had to chop up my dinner for me so that I could juggle eating with just a fork and bouncing Buzz in my other arm. The only blessing was that the music was loud enough to drown out his cries – so I don’t think we ruined anyone’s dinner. The staff there were fantastic too and didn’t make me feel like I was a nuisance – I’ll put it down to most of them being Italian. I’ve always felt children have a little more freedom over in Italy. There certainly isn’t a feeling that children should be ‘seen and not heard’. Luckily it’s not scared me off going out again – if anything it’s given me the confidence to get out with him more.

Buzz has grown so much during our Manchester trip – he’s finally wearing 0-3months clothing. He’s also become so much more alert and aware. Our families are really going to notice a difference when they see him this week.

The day that this post goes live is actually Tom and I’s second wedding anniversary. So, happy anniversary Tom! Thank you for making me the happiest lady ever on a regular basis and filling my days with love and laughter. Above all, thank you for being my bestest friend.

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Right, I’d better go celebrate with the hubby!

Love to you all!

Gi. Xx

05 May
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Life on the road

This week me and Buzz joined Tom on tour… sort of. We weren’t down at the venues each night, jumping along with the crowds, instead we relocated to a hotel in Manchester. Yep, along with our mountain of luggage (including a bouncer, play gym and breastpump – I basically put our entire house in the car), we set up camp somewhere new so that it was easier for us all to be together. I know a few people would recoil in worry, concerned with how I could possible cope in a strange place with a newborn… but it’s actually been great!

For a start there’s room service. Who cares if it’s dinner for one? I’ve been getting regular hot meals for the first time since Buzz came along – real meals that haven’t come out of the microwave with a ping! And then there’s the cleaning fairies (otherwise known as housekeeping) that come along, tidy everything up and keep all of the linen crisp and the towels fluffy… bliss!

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It’s been fun getting to know Manchester a little more too. I’m still not an expert, but at least I can make my way to the nearest Wagamamas without getting lost. Ooh, talking of Wagas… I’ve learnt a valuable lesson this week. Chicken Katsu Curry is off the menu for me for the next few months. Buzz doesn’t appreciate the spiciness and let us know by being cranky all night after I’d eaten it… Whoopsie. Poor Buzz.

When Breaking Bad finished it left a gaping big hole in our lives that we’ve been trying to fill ever since. Lots of our friends recommended Game of Thrones – they raved about it so much that over Christmas Tom and I decided give it a bash. After the first episode me and Tom looked at each other agog. There was so much violence, nudity and explicit behaviour going on that we weren’t really sure what to make of it. We put the disc back in its box and forgot about it… until last week. I’m not entirely sure what made us give it a second chance, but I’m glad we did. We’re now on the third series and LOVING it.

 

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The week ended with a girlie meal with Izzy and Georgia (and Buzz, but he slept through the whole thing). As Georgia and Danny’s wedding is getting closer, me and Izzy couldn’t help but ask dozens of questions about their big day. An organised Georgia revealed lots of amazing details (from a great big shiny wedding folder)– but she remained tight-lipped about one thing… her dress! She then prompted Izzy and I to draw what we thought she’d go for. As you can see – our visions were quite similar. I got a bit giddy with the whole thing and decided that Georgia should wear her Miss England crown (why not?) and have ‘Miss England’ written in diamonds across her tiny waist. Ha! Let’s face it, Georgia could wear a white plastic bag and still look heavenly!

 

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Also this week, I’ve launched a competition on Twitter to celebrate my latest novel, ‘You’re the One that I Want’, being published in a couple of weeks. Every day this month I’ll be posting a wedding inspired image for people to retweet – I’ll then be choosing two people a day to win a signed copy of the book. It’s that simple! Come and join in the fun.

Have a good week!

Love,

Gi Xx

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