Category Archives: Children’s snacks

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!

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.

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

Illness, snow and guilt

Speaking to a pregnant friend, I described motherhood as one long guilt trip. And man oh man have I felt guilty in this last week.

I’ve been hit by an awful flu bug and haven’t left the house for a week. Of course that also means my daughter hasn’t been out either which just makes me feel terrible. I feel the worst when I couldn’t even play shops on the sofa. And the disappointment in her face when she bought her dolls up to my bed and all I could do was stand them on the pillow. Dinners, have just been the easiest thing I found in the cupboard.

Then the snow, the first time we’ve had the white stuff in five years and I’m holed up in my bed, she is looking out the window really excited and I can’t muster the energy to even open the door. Being ill sucks big time.

Cadbury’s, stop making my eyes water

Oh my goodness, I’ve just lost it, at an advert for chocolate! Dairy milk have nailed it with this one!

A little girl goes to the shop to buy a bar and pays with coat buttons, a plastic medal and a tiny unicorn toy. The shopkeeper gives her the chocolate and takes payment, giving her change of the unicorn. Off she goes to deliver the birthday present.

Well, I think that’s what happens, I couldn’t really see through the swimming pools in my eyes.