DIARY | Mother’s Day & Mystery Boxes

Guys, I’m afraid I have to begin this diary entry with some strange, and really quite annoying tidings:

The boxes are open! The mystery, however, remains, because this was the sight that greeted me in the nursery when I got up one morning this week. I don’t think the contents of the boxes were destined for the nursery itself – that’s just the room I go into first in the morning, and Terry obviously wanted me to be annoyed as soon as possible after waking – but, I mean, your guess is still as good as mine here, really. I have no idea what was in them, or where those contents have ended up –  I haven’t noticed anything new around the house, and Terry has remained stubbornly silent on the topic – but I DO know I’m married to possibly THE most annoying man in the world, and I think we can all probably agree on that, right? Here’s a cute photo of Max to make up for it:

Max at 9 weeks

(His romper is from Marks & Spencer, but they don’t do adult sizes, I’m afraid – I checked…)

This was taken on the morning he got his first set of vaccinations – a process which was almost as traumatic for me as it was for him, I’m sure. Luckily, he had no serious side effects to the jabs, but he was pretty grumpy for a day or two afterwards (Which was a shame, because he was SO smiley and happy right before it!) and, because he was given a live vaccine for rotavirus, and Terry is immunocompromised due to his transplant, I’ve been on nappy duty ever since: YAY!

Other than that, this week also contained my birthday, for which Max definitely dressed the part:

(Just for anyone wanting to, er, steal his style, this one is from Tu at Sainsbury’s, and I spotted it on the sale rail last weekend!)

I mean, I just wore my usual, increasingly scruffy jeans, and a sweater that probably had spit up on it somewhere, but at least my baby was well dressed, right?

Amongst other things, my parents got me this:

Good Old Secret Seven

Not gonna lie, I was pretty excited. I mean, I already have all of the Famous Five books (Which I’ve kept for Max, who probably won’t be even the slightest bit interested in them, knowing my luck…), but it’s been a looooong time since I read The Secret Seven, and SERIOUSLY, GUYS, LOOK:

Good Old Secret Seven

WHAT IS THE MYSTERY OF TORLING CASTLE, AND WHO IS LURKING IN THE TOWER? How is this mystery to be borne, I ask myself? Well, it’ll just have to be for now, because I’ve unfortunately not had the time to read it yet: I will, though, and, unlike the boxes lurking in my very own home, at least this mystery WILL one day be solved!

(Also unlike the boxes in my house, I’m going to go ahead and guess SMUGGLERS are the answer to the question on the book jacket. It could ALSO be the lesser-used kidnapping plot, I suppose, in which a small child – usually American, for some reason – is held captive by circus folk, but it’s more likely to be smugglers. I will report back…)

The day after my birthday was Mother’s Day. It was my first as a mother, of course, but it was also our first without Terry’s mum, which made it a rather sad day for us, all round. To be honest, Terry and I don’t really go in for what I think of as the Hallmark Holidays, so we weren’t planning to do anything: we were, however, still feeling the effects of the cabin fever we’ve been experiencing ever since Max was born, and our butts became glued to the couch, so, in the afternoon, we decided to head to TGI Friday’s for some nachos, and it was there that I was presented with this balloon flower, in honour of the day:

Mother's Day

(Er, I feel the need to point out here that I’m not actually that shiny in ‘real’ life – it’s just the flash on the camera, combined with the lighting in the restaurant! Or, at least, I HOPE so…)

Honestly, I felt like a bit of a fraud accepting this, and spent the rest of the meal half expecting someone to come marching up to our table and say, “You’ve obtained this balloon by deception, you varmint: unhand it at once!” It didn’t happen, though (Er, OBVIOUSLY), because although the word “mother” still isn’t one I’ve learned to associate with myself, I guess the presence of the small baby in his car seat next to my chair was a bit of a giveway on that front, no? (Although, with that said, two different servers stopped by our table to tell me how much he looks like his dad, so given that I still feel a lot like I’m just pretending to be a mother right now, part of me still expects people to assume he’s not actually mine…)

(Also, I then went on to leave the balloon in the baby change facility at Glasgow Fort – which I can now say is a pretty good facility, 4 out 5 for sure – so all of that angst was for nothing, really. At least it wasn’t the BABY I left behind, though, huh?)

Anyway, it may have just been a quick visit to TGI Fridays, but I still enjoyed it, much as I enjoy ANY excursion that gets me out of the house right now. (Seriously, on Monday we went to Argos to buy some storage boxes, and I was like, WHEEEE, BEST DAY EVER!) This will probably sound a bit weird, but I have a mental list in my head of places that were “ruined” for me by my miscarriage or ectopic pregnancy– so, places I visited either during or after those experiences, and which have since felt a bit tainted by them, somehow. This particular restaurant was one of them: we went there a couple of days after the miscarriage, as part of our bid to distract ourselves from our misery, and I remember struggling not to cry at the table, so it was nice for me to be able to go back there under much happier circumstances, almost to banish the demons, as cringeworthy as I know that sounds. So, yeah, it might just have been a plate of nachos, but it was a damn good one – in more ways than one.

Max in stripes

(If you thought I wouldn’t dress Max in stripes at every possible opportunity, I’m afraid you thought wrong. This one was a gift from a friend, and is from Next!)

Finally, for those of you breathlessly following my enthralling weight loss journey, I’m pleased to report that I’ve somehow managed to lose a pound since my last weigh-in, a week ago. Now, obviously this isn’t the kind of news I’d normally be bothering to report AT ALL, because, well, it’s just a pound, settle down, Amber. It is, however, the most I’ve managed to lose in a long time now, and it means I’ve finally dipped below the level I’ve been stuck at for weeks now, so it’s a step in the right direction, at least. I’m really hoping I can keep up the good work, but, well, tomorrow we’re meeting some friends at Five Guys. So THAT’LL help, no?

How was your week?




  • Adriana


    Amber, Max looks gorgeous in his clothes for your birthday. I’m also an ardent fan of Secret Seven and all of Enid Blyton’s books. Hope you find out what’s in those mystery boxes pretty soon.

    March 17, 2018
  • He STILL hasn’t told you what was in the boxes???? Terry is so mean!!!! I would already have annoyed him to death, that’s what I do when my boyfriend does something like that – which is a lot of times.
    Max is the cutest <3 his outfits are soooo cute, I'm totally going to get a similar one for Benjamin when I turn 30 in June!

    xo, Rosie //Curvy Life stories

    March 17, 2018
  • Myra


    Happy first mother’s Day With your gorgeous boy xx

    March 17, 2018
  • I’ve lost around 44 pounds over the last three years, going from slightly overweight to the size I was ten years ago, and for me the weight loss wasn’t all that gradual or logical. I’d do really well for a while and barely lose anything, and then suddenly drop two or three pounds in a week. I know it kind of sucks when you try hard and it doesn’t seem to have a result, but keeping this in mind really helped me!

    March 17, 2018
  • Great week! Snowed under with a stained glass commission and a new job running art classes for kids near Glasgow – only four hours a week, but a step in the right direction. ? But no more actual snow in the central belt please, ye weather gods! Fairly good news at the hospital as well and a week in Spain coming up.

    Max gets cuter and cuter! How is the baby to cuddly bunny size ratio now?

    March 17, 2018
  • Brenda


    Happy First Mothers Day, as well as Happy Birthday! Max really might just be the cutest baby on the planet right now!

    March 17, 2018
  • Kelly Glen


    How is it even possible for a child to just keep on getting cuter and cuter. I love your choice of outfits for him.

    March 17, 2018