nappies or knick-knacks?

That is the burning question on my lips right now?
With my daughter turning two next week, I am feeling alot older (not any wiser) and definately a lot more tired and potty training has been on my mind. Saf loves to tell anyone in her earshot of her 'sore bummy' when the nappy has been filled and is showing a great interest in the toilet, especially the under the stairs toilet which apparently is hers. With the great thought of not having to invest in nappies everytime I enter Tesco I bought a pack of seven kickers for her last week, which she loved. Of course she had to get trying them out one night and after five different puddles of wee on my lovely walnut flooring I gave up and stuck a nappy on her. Not that I expected her to know what to do with knickers on, afterall she simply had to pee anywhere into her nappy for the past two years, but I think the tiniest tinest part of my brain thought she was a clever (possibly genius) little girl and would know what to do straight away! Obviously I was dreaming....
But now I don't know what to do. The impending Christmas period would give me plenty of time to get her out of nappies, but I feel slightly guilty that maybe she isn't quite ready and that I'm just rushing her....I suppose time will tell.
In other news, I am bloody exhausted, all the time. Thats it, I'm exhausted and ready to go home even though it's only 4.15. :(

on reflection

I'm feeling slightly ungrateful today, about all my moaning over my new home and on reflection I suppose it's not all that bad- as after all I can walk around naked and have sex on the sofa if I (and himself obviously) feel like it.
Last night I had a very special visitor, my still new niece who is six weeks old. He dad brought her round but he doesn't matter! Ella is the best, so much so that Saf had to show her her bedroom. And her bed, and her wardrobe and every pair of shoes she owns! It was so cute and whilst walking around the kitchen with said niece, I caught a glimpse of myself in the patio doors with a little baby in my arms and felt a magical and yet horrendous set of emotions. Firstly I thought, oh I can't wait to do this again and don't I really suit having a newborn baby in my arms and then the guilts caught up with me when I realised I walk around my kitchen with Saf practically strapped to my waist everyday and never, ever catch a glimpse of myself and think oh isn't this lovely.
So as Ella and her daddy left, (Ella sporting Saf's baby Uggs that look like huge rolls of carpet on her legs) I promised myself I would stop moaning and enjoy my little poppet whilst she still enjoys me carrying her about and still hates men!
One of the best bits about Saf at the minute is that shes at that stage when she tries to copy everything you say. It's hilarious but it means her speech is coming on leaps and bounds. Last week whilst living the haulier life in a cement lorry she asked her dad for a bit of his sandwich! I didn't think she even knew what a sandwich was let alone know how to say it. And then last night she told me the kleen tups went in the cukburd. Another gratifying moment.

me no like

After four long, sometimes hard years of living with the mother in law, we have finally spread our wings into our very first 'family home.' And after my years of wining to anyone who will listen to my sad stories of dealing with life with the MIL I have to admit I am slightly missing it- not the technicalities of living with her, just the fact now I have to do everything myself and also because this new house is really just a stop gap to our very own 'built and designed by us both' family home.
In the words of my almost two year old me no like many things about the new house. Here's a small selection:
1. me no like the fact Saf thinks she is on holiday and that she has somehow got it into her head that either a. shes turned into a teenager very quickly or b. shes gonna be a tearaway, but she will not go to bed until we go. Which makes her a nightmare to get up and out in the morning and also leaves me no time to sit down on my bloody expensive, yet so worth it sofa each night and go 'aaaahhhh time to relax.' Let alone get anything done like cleaning, ironing and all the other crap things that comes with being an adult.
2. me no like the way the back door locks like no other I've ever come across. Like, when your locking it you turn it the opposite way to the way you would think. It doesn't make sense in my small brain.
3. me no like the fact I've got no wardrobes yet and my spare room is actually a glorified jumble sale housing many million pairs of multicoloured Zara shoes, sandals and boots that I have collected over the years due to the fact I've got people on the inside with lovely discount cards. The spare room also houses three suitcases full of jeans, t-shirts, shirts and coats belonging to both of us, numerous crap presents people have given us that I wouldn't put in my dog house (if I had one) let alone my own house and one very large bed- a present from my mum, just because she had no room for it. This room, correction dump depresses me.
4. me no like the fact I have no broadband. (This is maybe the worst bit)
5 me no like the fact we are now always talking about money. It used to be I'd get a phone call to work to say meet me with tea, your going in the lorry and bring a notebook and calculator it's money chat time. I dreaded these calls but they only ever happened every couple of months- now it's like everyday.
There are probably a lot more things me no like, but right now I can't think of them, but when all is said is done me do like the fact I can run around my house stark naked if I wanted to and no one can tell me not to.
And I can have sex on my bloody expensive sofa if I want... ;)