Just like any other Brit, when we experience an extreme weather condition (mainly snow or raging hot sun) it becomes a little bit of an obsession. Just like many others no doubt I have uttered the words “It’s going to be in the 30’s on Wednesday you know. Hottest day of the year you know!” many times this week…and it’s only Tuesday.
Previously, before a full human popped out of me, I would revel in the heat. Laying in the garden with my top straps down and shorts rolled up I would read my Kindle, listen to music and take the time to top up my tan which, unless I go abroad, is MIA most of the year.
Cleverly, or stupidly, I had a summer baby and in June last year I was waddling around in my pregnant state with feet the size of hippos and there was a search party sent out for my ankles. When the boy arrived I then obsessed about what he was wearing: how many layers? Should he wear a vest? What’s the rule again? One more layer than me? But it’s boiling! Eventually I gave in and my newborn baby spent most of his time in what me and my NCT buddies nicknamed “The Chav Nappy.” We all agreed we weren’t keen on seeing children run around in no more than a nappy in public – at least put some shorts on them or a cossie – but for the few weeks we had gorgeous weather last year that’s all my boy wore and it kept him suitably cool. If we did go out he rocked one of those cute short sleeves, short legged onesies.
This year I’m in the same predicament but he’s older. Bedtime proves the most difficult – other mums please tell me what you are dressing your children in? The child likes to be cosy on a night and will wake of not suitably snuggley. The GroEgg is my bible usually. Yellow = full PJ’s and a blanket, Orange = shorts and t-shirt with vest or long bottoms and vest and blanket or if it REALLY goes crazy (like tonight) and glows red (23 degrees and above) I dress him in shorts and a t shirt, no vest and a very thin sheet. So far so good but there comes a point sometimes in the night where he is not happy and I have to put an extra blanket over him, I then spend a fair amount of time worrying about him over heating! Before I go back to sleep!
Most days he has come back from nursery dripped with ice pops…it’s not a form of torture. Obviously I mean they give him them and they melt all over him. Earlier today he was rocking the no top look which I usually loathe when other men do it on the streets of Wakefield…
…but mini me looks cute with his little tubby out. The chavy men of Wakefield walking around town just look sickening and it’s a pet peeve of mine when it comes to hot weather in the UK. Tops off = on holiday or in your garden. That’s my rule.
Add on smothering them in sun cream so, when they are all ready wriggley as it is, they become slippy too and attempting to get them to wear a sun hat and I could be tempted into thinking that all this nice weather is more stress than it’s worth! Who am I kidding? On my day off on Friday I will be grab the factor 50, sun hat and get the paddling pool out just like any other Tom, Dick and Harry then i’ll make a comment about how warm I am. Course I will! I’m a Brit, it’s what we do!