Well You Asked For It!!

Ok, so I'm bowing to the pressure of my lovely Cousin's and creating a Blog so that you can read and learn about life in sunny Runcorn (well it was 32 a couple of days ago).

So, just in case people do actually read this who I'm not related to I'll tell you a little about myself. I'm 39 (eeeekkk, surely not), have a little boy called Luke (hence the blog title) and am married to the lovely Richard. I chose to jack in work when I became pregnant with Lukey Sam so that I could balloon to gigantic proportions in the safety of my own home, also as I was working in close contact with the general public of Runcorn I didn't want to become the subject of great mirth whilst out shopping in my lunch hour (people presumed that as I was childless at the age of 35 I was either (a) a closet lesbian or (b) a childhater).

Anyway, I've spent the last few years bringing Luke up to the very best of my ability and I think I've done a pretty good job. Oh yes, we've had our ups and downs and both done an awful lot of shouting at each other, I reckon that he has just about grasped the fact now that he's turned three that I actually am in charge although sometimes I do have to remind myself of the fact.

For instance, we spent the last week potty training (something, I have to admit, having read my cousin's blogs on the subject I have been dreading). So, I decided this is it, no going back, no nappies during the day AT ALL!!! First day, he actually was doing pretty well and I was very impressed with him so I thought right let's leave the safety of the house and (Dum Dum Duuuuum) go to the park. Off we trotted (well drove) potty in the boot of the car. We got to the park and I started with the "Luke, do you need a wee?" "Luke you do know to ask me if you need to wee?" He turned to me with what I can only call a withering look and said "mummy please stop it, you are driving me mad." So, I said "ok, as long as you don't need a wee". He was so caught up with chatting to a very pretty little girl of about the same age (who was out of nappies by 2 years apparantly) that he wee wee'd all down his legs. Of course, he tried to pretend it wasn't happening but she was not at all impressed with him and stalked off in a very obvious huff leaving my little Mr Know It All mortified. We went home.

So, I shall now retire to do my dishes and leave you to gasp in amazement at the fact that I now have a Blog, you never know, I may even include some photos soon.