Category Archives: Children’s food

Oh I’m such an earth mother!

I have to admit I did get a little nervous when my 5 year old announced she’d learnt a new word at school. Which expletive would it be? So my relief was palpable when she came out with “Namaste”!

It really made me feel like I’d made it as a parent! I had visions of her going to play dates at other people’s houses and coming out with the greeting at the door, the other parents thinking that I’m all earthy and organic and that we dress in hemp clothing and eat lentils, when the truth is we wear onesies all weekend, watch tele and eat chicken nuggets.

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Good or bad parenting?

I’m yet to determine if the story im about to tell you makes me a good or a bad parent. Me and a friend of mine took our kids to a nice big play park to have a run around, let off some steam and have fun at the weekend. Good?

We perched ourselves on a bench away from anyone else so we could have as detailed a gossip as we liked. Bad?

The children were full of joy in the sandpit, quite happy to fill a bucket up then tip it over. Good?

I found a big bag of sweeties in my rucksack, so my friend and I fired through the lot of them, hiding them behind our backs anytime one of our cherubs came towards us. Bad?

No, actually I’ve concluded that it makes me a very very good parent to eat my daughter’s sweets, I’m saving her from obesity and her teeth rotting.

Good or bad, you decide, haha.

The art of communication…

From a very early age we learn how our kids communicate. When they’re babies we note distinctive cries for food or sleep. I’ve found this continuing through my daughter learning to speak, having to repeat the noises made to pick out words.

And then recently, a story she wrote, it’s a definite bestseller, but only if you speak what I like to call Loish (her name’s Lois).

Here’s the story……

Once upon a time, there was 3 little hatchimals, was going to the shop, the end.

Watch out JK Rowling!

A world of worry

We welcomed a new baby to the family this week and I can’t get out of my mind how much it is a welcome to a world of worry.

Worrying about them, people around them, germs, even the air around them. Worrying when you’re with them that you’re doing too much, that you’re doing too little, that you’re being a helicopter parent, or that you look as if you don’t give a flying whatsit. Worrying that they’re falling behind their peers, not putting on enough weight, putting on too much weight, one toe is longer than the other.

Worrying that their clothes are a bit big, too scruffy, not the right brand. Worrying when they won’t stop crying, worrying when they’re too quiet, worrying that the tv is too loud, worrying that the only place they will ever sleep is in the car, then worrying when you see a red light cos you know that stopping will wake them up.

Worrying about breastfeeding, worrying about not breastfeeding, worrying they’ve had too much milk or worrying that they’ve had too little. Worrying about childcare, did you go back to work too soon or should you go back at all?

Worrying that you haven’t done the car seat up properly or did you do it too tight, have they got milk down their clothes, have you?

You genuinely never stop worrying from the time you first saw the blue line on that test. And I don’t think it gets any easier as they grow up, you just worry about different things.

Do I have the weirdest child in the world?

My five-year-old daughter has just wolfed down a full roast chicken dinner, minus the potatoes, she doesn’t like them not even chips, strange kid huh. Nothing really out of the ordinary there, until you hear what she asked for next.

With a clean plate in front of her she asked “Can I have some more BROCCOLI please?” Eh? I’ve never come across such a strange child, she’ll be asking for Brussels sprouts next!

Have your kids ever asked for something like this? You just didn’t expect the request to come out of their mouths, I’d love to know.

What to do in the Easter holidays…

Are you like me at the start of the two week Easter break, looking at the weather forecast and just seeing rain, rain and more rain, wondering what to do, what will fill 14 days? Wonder no more, I have the perfect solution, it’s been staring me in the face, it’s the answer to all my prayers…….pack the little rugrats off to their grandparents!

They get to spend time with their little darlings and you get to go to the toilet in peace, eat a dinner while it’s hot and not have “muuuuuummmmmmmyyyy” ringing in your ears, for a couple of weeks. Everyone’s a winner!

Mission: Night Out

Everyone has different struggles as a parent, going it alone, doing it solo throws up a few weird ones. For example, going out for the evening. Last night I planned a rare trip to the theatre and this is how it has to go down. My five-year-old’s bedtime is 6:45 but that’s the time that I’m supposed to be leaving the house, so she needs to be in bed and asleep by 630.

The deal is this little girl doesn’t like mummy going out and leaving her with a babysitter, so I have to pretend that I’m staying home and therefore put her in bed and read a story whilst in my pyjamas too. I mean I can’t put any perfume on, or make up because she’ll clock it and guess I’m going out the front door.

So with military precision last night I started the bedroom time routine just before six with milk and a biscuit, and a story in my pyjamas. When she first goes to sleep she shuts her eyes, I have to hold her hand and sit there until I can see her breathing get deeper and that she’s in a proper dream state. Then it’s all systems go and I have to fly around the house getting dressed and putting make-up on and out the door in 10 minutes. I still can’t believe all those little silly things you have to do as a mum, it all feels like normal, until you tell someone else. Haha xx