Category Archives: Kids 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.

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

When/how will co-sleeping End?

The fact is, my daughter has snuck into my bed in the middle of the night for 3 years now. She doesn’t get such a good night sleep and nor do I, so I’ve tried everything I can to get her to stay in her bed. She does fall into a slumber in her bed it’s just that she doesn’t stay there.

She used to blame the moon and say it did magic and put her next to me in the dark, so I wrote her a letter from the moon saying that if she stayed in her bed when would leave a prize every day under her mattress, it bled me dry! In the end I was leaving anything that I could find, half an old biscuit or three pieces of popcorn, ha ha.

We also tried sticker charts and she’s done very well she currently has five stickers on the chart it’s just that has come from a month, not so good. I reckon she responds quite well to bribery, y’know the carrot not the stick, so I said if she stayed in her room for the entire night seven nights on the trot she would get a big prize. She lasted two nights. I pulled out the big guns and promised a pet if she could do 21 sleeps in a row. This made for a very excited little girl thinking of a pet fish called “Goldie” (I’m presuming after it’s colour, not the drum n bass guy?) She managed one sleep.

I’ve changed tack now and have resorted to asking her how to keep her in her own bed. She thought about it for some time and told me that my bed is comfy and cosy because I’m there and the only way she was going to stay in her princess bed was if I locked her to the mattress! Obviously I’m not going to do that, I don’t have chains long enough, ha ha.

I’m at my wits end with, I’ve run out of ideas, should I just let her sleep in my bed and if I shouldn’t how do I stop her coming in? Any suggestions gratefully received as ever…….

Lazy option or easy option?

Laziness gets the better of me sometimes, or maybe it’s just wanting to get off the hamster wheel for a second, I try a look for a few short cuts each day, today I reached a new low.

My 4 year old daughter came home from school with what looked like half her dinner down it. I managed to identify strawberry yogurt and some kind of pasta sauce as I put it in the washing basket. Then tragedy struck, all the other dresses were waiting to be ironed!

What I should have done was get them all done there and then, but I’m ashamed to say I took the easy option and got the frock back out and picked the bits of dried food off.

The big issues

It’s inevitable that kids cry when they’re tired, hey, it’s inevitable that I cry when I’m tired, but at least it’s at a sad film or because I’ve broken my favourite wine glass, but the my 4 year old daughter really goes for it at the slightest thing. Within an hour today we have had meltdowns for these reasons:

*Breaking biscuit in 2 when she wanted it whole, but it wouldn’t fit in the cup of milk

*Me putting her socks on when she wanted to do it herself

*Me taking her socks back off

*The bed covers being minions not the Anna and Elsa duvet covers

*Cos it’s not her birthday

Jeez, I really have to mum up!