Posts Tagged "Little Miss"

Haircut mistake or masterpiece?

Posted by cafebebemama on Jun 9, 2011 in Little Miss Adventures, Motherhood | 6 comments

First of all, apologies and mea culpa for the lack of blogging service this last week. I have hit a bit of a blogging lull! Between freelance work commitments, Ella turning 3 and being 14 weeks pregnant, I’m finding myself staring at my lovely Cafe Bebe dashboard and saying “Duh….” Poor Cafe Bebe! I know I have to catch up…there are “reviews” to write, vlogs to record, birthday memories to share, etc, etc, etc. I will attempt to get my arse in gear and get on the right track this weekend. Until then, bear with me on a short post where I ask for your opinion…

Ella has lovely hair. It’s fine, wavy (sometimes curly after a sleep) and lovely. She doesn’t really have a “style”. It just grows and curls and is rather cute. I put bunches in it from time to time, the odd hair clip, you know the drill. I’m no hairdresser but she looks rather cute most of the time! However, as of late, Ella has begun to look a bit “wayward urchin-like” if you will. A rag-a-muffin perhaps. Her fringe was getting long, her hair was a bit out of it and it generally looked like she’d been through a wind-storm most of the time.

We’ve gotten her hair trimmed a few times in her life. In fact, I think you could count the number of times on one hand. I’ll never forget the first time we got it cut where she screamed hysterically thus rendering the cutting impossible and only minor fluffs of hair were removed from her sobbing head. She’s gotten much better about having her hair cut and comes with me to the hair salon when I get my hair cut every 8-10 weeks which is about 4-6 weeks longer than I should go. The lovely hairdresser, Claire, would do Ella’s hair first, putting her on the seat with a booster, draping her in a kiddie cape and gently wisping around her hair cutting off about a centimetre of hair in total. But it was always tidied up nicely and she looked lovely again.

Now Claire is gone from our salon and Ella’s rather wary of the other woman there so I thought maybe my friend Bina could help me out with a quick trim as she cuts her daughter’s hair regularly and it always looks lovely. Now Ella’s hair, I remind you, is wavy/curly while Bina’s daughter’s hair is stick straight. Bina brought the scissors yesterday and had a go at Ella’s fringe (bangs). It turned out surprisingly well, if a teeny bit short but that was ok! The problem was, the rest of her hair looked a right scruff. Bina suggested that I get the rest of her hair cut by a professional. I’m stubborn though. Here’s what happened next!

Ooh…a wee bit shorter than anticipated maybe?? But actually, it all seems ok? Doesn’t it? I’m wondering if I’ve created a haircuit mistake or masterpiece here. What do you think? Compare her on her birthday and yesterday…ready, steady, compare…

Be gentle with me! I don’t want to think I’ve ruined my daughter’s life by attempting to do something that one should really leave to the “professionals”. I think she looks rather cute. The waves and curls are still there, there are no straggling pieces, it’s even on both sides and both her Daddy and Grandparents thought she looked lovely. What do you think? Should I enroll in a hairdressing course or leave the next hair cut to the hairdressers??

Silent Sunday

Posted by cafebebemama on Jun 5, 2011 in Blogger Love, Little Miss Adventures, Silent Sunday | 27 comments

Flashback Friday- Happy 3rd Birthday Little Miss Ella

Posted by cafebebemama on Jun 3, 2011 in Blogger Love, Flashback Friday, Little Miss Adventures, Motherhood | 10 comments

Three years ago today our Little Miss Ella came into the world. After a rather stressful (for me) and long (for her) labour, we were wheeled into the operating theatre for an emergency c-section as Little Miss just wasn’t coming out, no matter what! At 1:50am I finally heard (and felt) as Little Miss was lifted from me. I heard a bit of a cry and the surgeons say, “It’s a girl!” Hubby and I looked at each other and said, “It’s a girl!” and laughed and cried at the same time.

Within minutes of being extricated from her home of 42 weeks, Little Miss was wrapped up, handed to her Daddy and brought to me. Well, to the side of my head really. I stared into her dark eyes and said hello to my Little Miss. She was utterly peaceful and quiet; just looking and taking it all in. As I was about to hurl, I told hubby to take her and stay with her while the surgeons finished up with whatever the hell they were doing. The next hour is a blur…let’s not go into that.

When I was finally wheeled into recovery, my husband and daughter were waiting for me. Hubby and I had a kiss and as I got settled as best I could, I looked at my Little Miss in her cot next to my bed. She was awake and alert and just staring at everything around her. Swaddled in a hospital blanket, she was perfectly happy. Hubby and I had to choose a name! We had a list of about 5 names but knew that we wanted to wait until we saw the baby to choose. She was either going to be a Lucy or an Ella. I tried Lucy…it didn’t seem right. I tried Ella. It was just right. And so we had our Ella…our Little Miss Ella. As she’s 3 years old today, I figured it’s time to drop the Little Miss and introduce you to Ella.

As my Flashback Friday today, I give you Ella on the first day of her life, her first birthday, second birthday and today, her third birthday. What a gorgeous, energetic, clever and charismatic daughter we are blessed to have in our life! Happy happy birthday my gorgeous girl! You are my sunshine!

The first time ever I saw your face

Posted by cafebebemama on May 31, 2011 in Little Miss Adventures, Motherhood | 8 comments

On Friday we got the relief we were hoping for. What is it about that first scan that makes you hold your breath? Until that moment, at least in the UK, you have no actual confirmation that you are well and truly pregnant. Well, unless you count the lack of period, nausea, growing mid-section and heightened emotion. Still, you have no MEDICAL confirmation of your growing offspring until their image appears on the screen in front of you. “The first time, ever I saw your face” is generally the song that pops into one’s head. That and “Isn’t he/she lovely?” Sigh.

We took Little Miss to the scan which actually turned out to be a MEGA-mistake. The hospital x-ray/ultrasound department was actually working on time on Friday. We had to wait only about 5 minutes before we were called back by the sonographer who turned out to be the most unpleasant woman that ever scanned a fetus. Upon entering the room, she didn’t introduce herself but dove right into confirming my identity and then telling me to hop up on the table. This is where we lost Little Miss.

I had told Little Miss about the baby in Mummy’s tummy that morning. Thankfully, Peppa Pig cooperated by having a new episode where Miss Rabbit was pregnant with what turned out to be twins. A wonderful teaching moment. Oh would that human pregnancy, labour and delivery were so simple. Sigh…anyway, Little Miss was now aware that mummy had a baby in her tummy and we were going to the “doctor” to see a picture of the baby.

As soon as I hopped up on the table, Little Miss began to scream and cry hysterically. She was afraid that the lady was going to do SOMETHING to Mummy! She could not be consoled. She wouldn’t come to me, she wouldn’t let hubby comfort her and eventually, she hid under a chair. Bless her. In the meantime, I was craning to see the screen. You see, in this hospital there was no screen on the wall so I could easily see what was going on. I had to support my head and neck to peer at the sonographer’s screen. Comfortable? Not so much.

I was desperate to see the following:

• that there was indeed a baby there
• that there was ONE baby there
• that the baby moved and had a heartbeat

Thankfully, there was indeed a baby there, it was only ONE baby and it obliged by waving its little hand at me. Sigh of relief! Now, here’s where the general crankiness of the sonographer kicked in. I had to prompt ever single response/report from the sonographer. “Now, that’s the baby?” “Oh, is there just the one?” “Ooh, it’s moving, is that it’s heartbeat” “So is that good?” “Now what is that measurement for?” “The nuchal fold, is that good?” For God’s sake, the woman was atrocious! Had I not asked anything I don’t think she would have told me anything. There was no emotion in the woman’s face, no excitement, no smile, no explanation other than simple answers to what I asked. Cow!

I understand that she sees this every day. It’s not special to her. But guess what? It’s special to us! And I know that not every sonogram is a happy one and she sometimes has to convey bad news but when it all looks good, maybe, just maybe she could consider sharing in the joy with the couple. I didn’t really notice her behaviour at the time because I was totally focused on the screen and my baby (and my hysterical toddler) but upon reflection, I realised that she had really let us down. I’m not sure if I’ll be writing a letter of complaint but I’m considering it. Harumph!

Ultimately, the news we received about Bebe Numero Deux is all good. It seems I am a teeny bit further along than originally calculated by my inexact science of “I-think-that-was-the-first-day-of-my-last-period”. My new due date is 7 December (Pearl Harbour Day…a day which will live in infamy…Google American/WWII History) but if I get the elective caesarian that I feel I so heartily deserve, it will be earlier than that. Whenever I finally get my appointment with the consultant I will be camping out in his office until he agrees to schedule a caesarian! Seriously, I’m not movin’!

Little Miss is really excited about having a new baby sometime in the not too distant future. She’s convinced that it’s a girl! We’ll see if we find out the sex at the 20 week scan to either crush her or make her really happy. We’ve talked to her about how she can help to push the baby in the Stokke Xplory when the baby arrives so we practised over the weekend. We are indeed a very happy family!

Little Miss Collector

Posted by cafebebemama on May 22, 2011 in Little Miss Adventures, Motherhood | 5 comments

This is what happens when one leaves one’s Little Miss unattended on a Sunday morning. Cue mahoosive tidy-up later today. Sigh…

Does your Little Miss or Little Mister insist upon taking EVERYTHING out or putting 72 things in a bag and dragging it around the house? Good lord!

Hope you’re enjoying your Sunday. Feel free to come over to help us tidy up later!