I just haven't been blogging at all, but I am gonna get back to it. I haven't got too much on now till after xmas so I should have more time.
Remind me to talk about , in no particular order
My hatred of soaps
xmas meal dilemmas
Isabella(of course)
Many of the amazing things that Natasha says
Work and strikes.
Knee problems.
Remind me, reminding myself to remind me...........
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
What have I done?!
I am committed to an event in October, and I am not too sure why I ever committed. I have signed up to run 16 miles. Yes, sixteen big ones. Why have I done this?
Running is plain boring and hard to do. Lets be honest, there are very few people out there that can just get up in the morning and decide they would like to pound the pavements for half hour or so. I am certainly not one of those people, I am the complete reverse. It takes so much for me to gain the motivation to go and run the streets. An immense amount of mental torture is what I go through!
Like all exercise, once you complete a run you feel great and it’s a wonder why it is so hard to motivate?!
Anyway, so I have signed up to run 16 miles in the Kingston Breakfast run. I have done it before so I know I can do it. I’m strangely looking forward to it but I am finding it hard to go beyond five miles at the moment. This is a slight problem if you are trying to complete sixteen. When I done it before I was running for charitable reasons, I haven’t got it in me to ask for money this time around, I want to do this for a bit of fun and maybe one day attempt the marathon.
I am doing it with Danny from work; he has the head size of a zeppelin, so hopefully his legs will be able to carry him around the course.
Wish me luck
Running is plain boring and hard to do. Lets be honest, there are very few people out there that can just get up in the morning and decide they would like to pound the pavements for half hour or so. I am certainly not one of those people, I am the complete reverse. It takes so much for me to gain the motivation to go and run the streets. An immense amount of mental torture is what I go through!
Like all exercise, once you complete a run you feel great and it’s a wonder why it is so hard to motivate?!
Anyway, so I have signed up to run 16 miles in the Kingston Breakfast run. I have done it before so I know I can do it. I’m strangely looking forward to it but I am finding it hard to go beyond five miles at the moment. This is a slight problem if you are trying to complete sixteen. When I done it before I was running for charitable reasons, I haven’t got it in me to ask for money this time around, I want to do this for a bit of fun and maybe one day attempt the marathon.
I am doing it with Danny from work; he has the head size of a zeppelin, so hopefully his legs will be able to carry him around the course.
Wish me luck
Monday, 7 September 2009
My Relief
This is far too easy……. It really does seem that way. We are a five weeks in and she has slept through the night for the last two weeks.
Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t particularly keeping us up either; only waking up for a feed in the night and then going back to sleep after a bit of winding.(‘bit of winding’ actually meaning a good 20-30 min’s of fantastic adult sounding burps)
She is sleeping for a good 6-7 hours now and that just about suits me down to the ground.
She is sleeping for a good 6-7 hours now and that just about suits me down to the ground.
So it is going quite well and I’m enjoying every minute of the time I spend with my daughter.
I know she is my daughter. Most say that there offspring have similar eyes, or have similar noses etc. You can imagine my euphoria, when it was said by a few people that Isabella has neither my nose nor my eyes (eye).
The reason for this euphoria is two fold and is quite justified. You see, for since my teenage years and beyond. It has been pointed out to me that I seem to possess quite a big nose. Whilst I cannot ignore the fact my nose isn’t small, I have always felt it wasn’t really what I would pick out as an imperfection. I know myself and there are sooooooo many more, obviously I am not going to point this out to people!
So; I have a big hooter, a big snozz, a large conk. Call it what you want but once it is in peoples minds then I am afraid to say that it sticks. No amount of sobbing and despair can stop people taking the piss…I assure u.
I know she is my daughter. Most say that there offspring have similar eyes, or have similar noses etc. You can imagine my euphoria, when it was said by a few people that Isabella has neither my nose nor my eyes (eye).
The reason for this euphoria is two fold and is quite justified. You see, for since my teenage years and beyond. It has been pointed out to me that I seem to possess quite a big nose. Whilst I cannot ignore the fact my nose isn’t small, I have always felt it wasn’t really what I would pick out as an imperfection. I know myself and there are sooooooo many more, obviously I am not going to point this out to people!
So; I have a big hooter, a big snozz, a large conk. Call it what you want but once it is in peoples minds then I am afraid to say that it sticks. No amount of sobbing and despair can stop people taking the piss…I assure u.
The nose thing was started so affectionately by Firmager many years ago. It has been taking up since by the main protagonist in piss taking, that man being none other than John ‘the chad’ Allen.
So whenever I see these two, you will find the words conk or snozz in the conversation for sure.
The other reason for my euphoria would be my eyes. Or as the boys would lovingly point out; my lack of eyes.
A strange phenomenon seemed to happen to me in the last ten yrs or so. My eyes seem to be drifting closer together! They really have, it doesn’t particularly bother me as Natasha says I am gorgeous (she has to!). Alas, my friends do not quite join her in her lust, they regularly use this as the subject of their piss-takes.
I wish there was a medical name for it so as to describe it better, I would like to offer to the British Medical Association my very own names.
Cyclopitus
?
Or
Oneitus
?
Or
BarbaraStreisandatitus
I personally favour the last one.
Here is me. Here is Babs Streisand.
I wish there was a medical name for it so as to describe it better, I would like to offer to the British Medical Association my very own names.
Cyclopitus
?
Or
Oneitus
?
Or
BarbaraStreisandatitus
I personally favour the last one.
Here is me. Here is Babs Streisand.
Like a mirror.
Natasha says I am gorgeous remember..........
I am not too sure what exactly has happened to my face. They certainly weren't always like this.
The one saving grace I suppose is that the same thing is happening to my brother Rhys. Perhaps it is contageous? If u see me, don't rub eyes with me!
So Isabella doesn't have either. Hoorah.
Well, I should stop the hoorahs right there, because much to Natashas dismay. Poor Isabella has my feet..... I don't mean they are size 9 already, that would just be plain weird!
No, she has mini replicas of my feet, scale models infact. Mine aren't smelly or freakish. They just wouldn't look right if u were a girl, thats all!
Take a look at this.
Notice the long second toe and the hammer big toe. The way they all curl the same way.....
I am so proud.
At least she has something of me!
Monday, 17 August 2009
Blah
I went back to work today and I am absolutely shattered. Not firefighting, back to aircon for the day and I didn't particularly like it. As you can guess, I missed Isabella and Natasha immensely. I haven't got much to write right now due to my tiredness but there is plenty in the offing. My mind is a little excited by putting my latest thoughts on here. I have a few whinges lined up thats for sure. They include right now at the forefront of my mind; disabled people and there car parking advantages, and my local co-op.
I have been quite excited by the amount of people that read this and the positive replies I get.
Back to Firefighting job tomorrow and I am looking forward to seeing the boys, I have missed them very much. I should blog about them, there are a whole conglomorate of wronguns those boys.
Sleep for now mind.
I have been quite excited by the amount of people that read this and the positive replies I get.
Back to Firefighting job tomorrow and I am looking forward to seeing the boys, I have missed them very much. I should blog about them, there are a whole conglomorate of wronguns those boys.
Sleep for now mind.
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Park juggling
I have a new favourite park.
My favourite park was Battersea Park.
Then it was Richmond Park.
Now it is Wimbledon Park.
I feel like some kind of Park adulterer! I am considering sharing the two. Wimbledon is now my summer park. Richmond is now my winter park. That is it, I’ve said it. I can’t go back now. I am committed. It is beautiful mind; Wimbledon Park seems to have a knack of..... Err......How can I put this?
There seems to be some kind of ‘chav’ force field in there. No more than a ratio of 5 pikeys per square acre I reckon. This is somewhat of a niche in the public park daytrip. You see, for a few years now; with the advent of what is known as a ‘sunshine’, parks tend to be THE place to show off your disgusting beer bellies and your astonishingly bad manners, coupled with a missus that looks like she has been dragged through a hedge backwards. Trips to the park have never really been that much fun until you find little oasis’s like Richmond or Wimbledon. I used to go to Wimbledon Park with my secondary school and have fond memories of it so for the life of me I can’t understand why I haven’t frequented it more. With the pikey ratio as it is, this park can do no wrong. It isn't very big due to most of its area being made up of a massive lake, it just makes you feel incredibly relaxed and I am championing it to the masses.
Of course, as a footnote to this, If you are reading this and have felt that you do ont seem to have ever encountered a pikey or chav at a park.............then you are that person!
My favourite park was Battersea Park.
Then it was Richmond Park.
Now it is Wimbledon Park.
I feel like some kind of Park adulterer! I am considering sharing the two. Wimbledon is now my summer park. Richmond is now my winter park. That is it, I’ve said it. I can’t go back now. I am committed. It is beautiful mind; Wimbledon Park seems to have a knack of..... Err......How can I put this?
There seems to be some kind of ‘chav’ force field in there. No more than a ratio of 5 pikeys per square acre I reckon. This is somewhat of a niche in the public park daytrip. You see, for a few years now; with the advent of what is known as a ‘sunshine’, parks tend to be THE place to show off your disgusting beer bellies and your astonishingly bad manners, coupled with a missus that looks like she has been dragged through a hedge backwards. Trips to the park have never really been that much fun until you find little oasis’s like Richmond or Wimbledon. I used to go to Wimbledon Park with my secondary school and have fond memories of it so for the life of me I can’t understand why I haven’t frequented it more. With the pikey ratio as it is, this park can do no wrong. It isn't very big due to most of its area being made up of a massive lake, it just makes you feel incredibly relaxed and I am championing it to the masses.
Of course, as a footnote to this, If you are reading this and have felt that you do ont seem to have ever encountered a pikey or chav at a park.............then you are that person!
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
The Birth
Unfortunately, after all the build up, all the hype, all the talk, walking the walk.
I damn well went and nearly missed it didn't I?!!
Typical Lew moment and although I cannot take all the blame for nearly missing the birth, I should have known this sort of thing would happen to me.
The day went like this
Natasha had been saying that Isabella was definately coming early, thats what tends to happen apparantly. Third child for her, first for me. I will definately take her word for it on this one. Against my better judgement I took her word and awaited the early arrival.
Ms Know-all nearly got egg her face though. Yes she WAS early, but only a day earlier. Not the two weeks that was envisaged. We hadn't exactly had dry runs for the impending birth, there were no major discussions about what we do when the pains start. I just figured that I grab her overnight bag, send the kids packing to the dads or Natasha's family and me a Natasha toodle off to have a bubba. Not really seeming like its real life and all in a dream really.
We had been decorating like mad in the last two weeks to get things ready, I had bought carpet for most of the house and the last bit to be laid was to be laid on the Thurs. It was the only day they could do it. please hold on for the due date Natasha. Please.
Nope. Not gonna do as you ask at all.
So I went off to work around the corner on the Thurs, leaving Natasha in bed as she was really suffering with her back on this day. We knew the birth was immenent as she was having lots of pains and was really suffering.
This was a big day, I had promised Natasha that I would do just a few hours work as she was suffering so bad, I wouldn't have done any but Gavin was needing the help and I woulda felt very guilty for not being there as promised.
No need for the guilt mind as I was only there for 10 mins when Natasha called and suggested with all the calmness in the world (sarcasm) that I should get home immediately as IT has started.
Gavin guessed the phone call and with an ironic smirk, I left him at work and dashed home the five mins it takes to get back. My heart was pounding and rang my mama for a quick reassurance and to inform her it seems like IT, is happening. At times like this, Lew needs to ring his mama. I believe I always will and hope I do. My mama is massive in my life and I want her around when a new chapter in mine starts.
I'd like to convince you that I am not a mamas boy...have I?!
Like I said, I raced home and got to the front door, heart beating, I opened to Natasha in a standing position that I can only describe as a cross between Natasha doing the robot dance, whilst trying to push a wall over. For some reason, when in this unbelievable pain, woman find it easier to stand with legs open and holding onto the wall like they are slow dancing with it. Add to this, a low pain filled wailing. If there were any doubt at all, would say she is definately in labour.
So, here we have it, its started, lets go Natasha, what do you want me to do?
Start the car?
Get the overnight bag?
Get you a drink?
Ring family?
Call an ambulance?
What could possibly be needed?
Thats right, when labour finally starts and we are both about to commence another chapter in each others lives, what is it you want me to do?......
Hang the washing on the line.........
'I'm sorry? did you say hang the washing on the line?'
Yep thats right Isabella, when you are older and I show this blog, your mama, asked me to hang the washing up when you was on your way to meet us.
Alledgedly, I cannot be trusted to remember to hang up washing when she isn't here and it may go damp and smelly. I have survived quite well for many years now, even managed to save and purchase my own home. I am sure I can hang up some washing while Natasha is in hospital.
Besides all this, Natasha wasn't even ready for the hospital, according to her the hospital may send you back home if you are not so many centimetres wide down below. Natasha felt she wasn't at the right 'entry requirement' right now. This is ridiculous, I was witnessing some severe pain and this severe pain she was feeling wasn't enough for a hospital!!
I was really concerned as I haven't witnessed this kind of pain since Andy Scrabble last 'done' his hamstring........
She soon changed her mind about going to the hospital as the pain increased, there were no waters breaking in the near future but she wanted to go. I told her to get in the car while I grabbed everything and called the hospital to tell them we have a crazed monstor who needs to burst, on her way in.
Secretly getting time to panic on my own. I also used this snatched moment to have a cheeky excited smile to myself. I am going to be a father. Its real now.
Responsability is about about to smack me full pelt in the chops.
I was snapped out of my dazed, yet inane state by an almighty scream from the car, Natasha was thinking of the neighbours and used polite language to hurry me up.
On arrival we were allocated quite a plush delivery suite. I then proceded to comfort my beautiful girlfriend for the next 3 1/2 hours with my humour (of course) whilst holding her hand and rubbing her back. For anyone who doesn't understand, jokes and humourous 'ditties' are NOT welcome in the delivery suite.
Nor are requests for Natasha to revise some runs for my Black taxi knowledge!
In fact she wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs in there at all, my whole comedic repetoire was wasted. Mind you I still took a couple of sneaky photos when she was in immense pain, that made up for it.
I also took a phone call from Terry and a phone call from her mum. Multi tasking whilst giving birth, what a hell of a man I am?!
I know she loves me.
So, when we arrived on first examination she was 3cm. 2 hours later (even tho the pain was what it was) , she was only 4cm. On discussion with the midwife, this could be a tough one, in for the long haul. Natasha was high as a kite at this point on gas and air, and it took all my self control to take it from her and do a Delboy for the comedy. I never.
With the birth no where in sight. I took the opportunity to to see my mama who had arrived a bit earlier. Big cuddle from her and reassurance was enough.
I was doing well. I found the contractions easy and the prospect of the birth wasn't worrying me at all. !
Mum went to get me a sandwich and I made two phone calls cos I got the time, one to the kids dad to look after the kids and one to the carpet man to delay him.
I strolled back up and walked into the delivery suite to see the bottom half of my child escaping.
Yes, thats right. Unbeknown to me, Natasha had decided she didn't want to wait the extra hour and a half for waters to be broken, she had a sudden urge to push. and push she did. She even caught the midwife unaware as she was washing her hands at the time I walked in. Natasha did it with no help. Typical.
I witnessed my child arriving..... just. I also witnessed the goal end, which I vowed not to see.
Isabella Blue Keeble arrived into the world at 12.14pm on 30/7/09.
Weighing in at 7lb 15oz (which I believe makes her a Bantemweight!)
She was born in her bag as the waters never had a chance to break. It was like watching a new born foal being born on a wildlife programme. So I have been told, born in the bag is lucky. they become very good swimmers. Load of old balls.
Anyway, on arrival of baby, cue Lewis to blub his heart out for a good hour. It is truly the most amazing thing I have witnessed. Yes, I was told it would be but you can't give it justice until you have been involved.
I also cut the cord. while crying of course.
Welcome to my daughter Isabella Blue Keeble. Well done to her most beautiful Mama.
x
I damn well went and nearly missed it didn't I?!!
Typical Lew moment and although I cannot take all the blame for nearly missing the birth, I should have known this sort of thing would happen to me.
The day went like this
Natasha had been saying that Isabella was definately coming early, thats what tends to happen apparantly. Third child for her, first for me. I will definately take her word for it on this one. Against my better judgement I took her word and awaited the early arrival.
Ms Know-all nearly got egg her face though. Yes she WAS early, but only a day earlier. Not the two weeks that was envisaged. We hadn't exactly had dry runs for the impending birth, there were no major discussions about what we do when the pains start. I just figured that I grab her overnight bag, send the kids packing to the dads or Natasha's family and me a Natasha toodle off to have a bubba. Not really seeming like its real life and all in a dream really.
We had been decorating like mad in the last two weeks to get things ready, I had bought carpet for most of the house and the last bit to be laid was to be laid on the Thurs. It was the only day they could do it. please hold on for the due date Natasha. Please.
Nope. Not gonna do as you ask at all.
So I went off to work around the corner on the Thurs, leaving Natasha in bed as she was really suffering with her back on this day. We knew the birth was immenent as she was having lots of pains and was really suffering.
This was a big day, I had promised Natasha that I would do just a few hours work as she was suffering so bad, I wouldn't have done any but Gavin was needing the help and I woulda felt very guilty for not being there as promised.
No need for the guilt mind as I was only there for 10 mins when Natasha called and suggested with all the calmness in the world (sarcasm) that I should get home immediately as IT has started.
Gavin guessed the phone call and with an ironic smirk, I left him at work and dashed home the five mins it takes to get back. My heart was pounding and rang my mama for a quick reassurance and to inform her it seems like IT, is happening. At times like this, Lew needs to ring his mama. I believe I always will and hope I do. My mama is massive in my life and I want her around when a new chapter in mine starts.
I'd like to convince you that I am not a mamas boy...have I?!
Like I said, I raced home and got to the front door, heart beating, I opened to Natasha in a standing position that I can only describe as a cross between Natasha doing the robot dance, whilst trying to push a wall over. For some reason, when in this unbelievable pain, woman find it easier to stand with legs open and holding onto the wall like they are slow dancing with it. Add to this, a low pain filled wailing. If there were any doubt at all, would say she is definately in labour.
So, here we have it, its started, lets go Natasha, what do you want me to do?
Start the car?
Get the overnight bag?
Get you a drink?
Ring family?
Call an ambulance?
What could possibly be needed?
Thats right, when labour finally starts and we are both about to commence another chapter in each others lives, what is it you want me to do?......
Hang the washing on the line.........
'I'm sorry? did you say hang the washing on the line?'
Yep thats right Isabella, when you are older and I show this blog, your mama, asked me to hang the washing up when you was on your way to meet us.
Alledgedly, I cannot be trusted to remember to hang up washing when she isn't here and it may go damp and smelly. I have survived quite well for many years now, even managed to save and purchase my own home. I am sure I can hang up some washing while Natasha is in hospital.
Besides all this, Natasha wasn't even ready for the hospital, according to her the hospital may send you back home if you are not so many centimetres wide down below. Natasha felt she wasn't at the right 'entry requirement' right now. This is ridiculous, I was witnessing some severe pain and this severe pain she was feeling wasn't enough for a hospital!!
I was really concerned as I haven't witnessed this kind of pain since Andy Scrabble last 'done' his hamstring........
She soon changed her mind about going to the hospital as the pain increased, there were no waters breaking in the near future but she wanted to go. I told her to get in the car while I grabbed everything and called the hospital to tell them we have a crazed monstor who needs to burst, on her way in.
Secretly getting time to panic on my own. I also used this snatched moment to have a cheeky excited smile to myself. I am going to be a father. Its real now.
Responsability is about about to smack me full pelt in the chops.
I was snapped out of my dazed, yet inane state by an almighty scream from the car, Natasha was thinking of the neighbours and used polite language to hurry me up.
On arrival we were allocated quite a plush delivery suite. I then proceded to comfort my beautiful girlfriend for the next 3 1/2 hours with my humour (of course) whilst holding her hand and rubbing her back. For anyone who doesn't understand, jokes and humourous 'ditties' are NOT welcome in the delivery suite.
Nor are requests for Natasha to revise some runs for my Black taxi knowledge!
In fact she wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs in there at all, my whole comedic repetoire was wasted. Mind you I still took a couple of sneaky photos when she was in immense pain, that made up for it.
I also took a phone call from Terry and a phone call from her mum. Multi tasking whilst giving birth, what a hell of a man I am?!
I know she loves me.
So, when we arrived on first examination she was 3cm. 2 hours later (even tho the pain was what it was) , she was only 4cm. On discussion with the midwife, this could be a tough one, in for the long haul. Natasha was high as a kite at this point on gas and air, and it took all my self control to take it from her and do a Delboy for the comedy. I never.
With the birth no where in sight. I took the opportunity to to see my mama who had arrived a bit earlier. Big cuddle from her and reassurance was enough.
I was doing well. I found the contractions easy and the prospect of the birth wasn't worrying me at all. !
Mum went to get me a sandwich and I made two phone calls cos I got the time, one to the kids dad to look after the kids and one to the carpet man to delay him.
I strolled back up and walked into the delivery suite to see the bottom half of my child escaping.
Yes, thats right. Unbeknown to me, Natasha had decided she didn't want to wait the extra hour and a half for waters to be broken, she had a sudden urge to push. and push she did. She even caught the midwife unaware as she was washing her hands at the time I walked in. Natasha did it with no help. Typical.
I witnessed my child arriving..... just. I also witnessed the goal end, which I vowed not to see.
Isabella Blue Keeble arrived into the world at 12.14pm on 30/7/09.
Weighing in at 7lb 15oz (which I believe makes her a Bantemweight!)
She was born in her bag as the waters never had a chance to break. It was like watching a new born foal being born on a wildlife programme. So I have been told, born in the bag is lucky. they become very good swimmers. Load of old balls.
Anyway, on arrival of baby, cue Lewis to blub his heart out for a good hour. It is truly the most amazing thing I have witnessed. Yes, I was told it would be but you can't give it justice until you have been involved.
I also cut the cord. while crying of course.
Welcome to my daughter Isabella Blue Keeble. Well done to her most beautiful Mama.
x
Isabella
Well, I am apologising to myself for this but I just didn’t have time to get on and update the diary. It was manic before the birth and manic after the birth. I am a little hacked off I didn’t but that is life I am afraid. I am sure I am going to miss out on stuff that has happened but I shall try to include as much as I can. I am sure there were a few moments of comedy gold to commentate on but I can’t seem to remember stuff write now. It tends to flow out once I start so I am sure I will be fine.
Well it happened, the birth of my daughter, Isabella Blue Keeble. She arrived on the 30th July 2009. Weighing in at a colossal 7lb 15oz, I say colossal due to the mad midwife scaring us that we were having a small baby. She wasn’t small. She is beautiful.
Here she is
This her mama
Here she is
This her mama
This her papa 
I say she is beautiful because she is, unlike the ‘trend’ of some people to say that every baby is beautiful. She is stunning and obviously has her mama’s genes for that. Her mama is stunning and I am fully happy to co-operate and let her have ALL the beauty genes!!!
It has been quite an overwhelming experience and one to truly cherish. I have been told by many a person and I mean, many a person that it is life changing. It is advice that until it happens, you cannot fathom. My feeling as I watched was quite simply breathtaking and the moment my life changed forever.
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