Is it about the winning or the taking part?

I like running, good for the body, good for the mind and all that, but I’m having to take it more seriously now. I may not know an exact date, but I know there’s a good chance that my kids sports day will come up in the next few weeks and I want to be ready.

Yes I know it’s her first year at school and it’s not about the winning, but it would be amazing to cross the finish line as champion of the parents race wouldn’t it? Not that I’ll have a speech ready for the podium medal ceremony. No, it’s not about that at all. Are you allowed to take supporters to cheer you on and chant your name?

So I’m going to train like Mo Farrah, get lots of miles in the legs and do speed training on the track in preparation for the day of glory.

N.b. I’m almost certain, none of this will happen, I’ll get scared on the big day and not even make it to the start line.

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After school clubs

Cast your mind back to when you were at school, apart from netball, did you take part in any after school activities?

This term my 5 year old daughter has been offered the chance to go to after school clubs, here’s a selection of what’s on offer, cricket, parachute fun (I presume they are meaning 10 kids throwing one in the air in a school hall, not jumping out of an aeroplane?!) and board games.

When I was in the infants class I used to stay behind and do country dancing and I hated every second of it.

From tiny tadpoles come…..

I don’t remember seeing any tadpoles since I was about 9 years old, until now that is. We are now the proud owners of hundreds of the things! Arriving home after staying with Nanny and Pops, my daughter was so excited to tell me that she now had ‘pets’, a big tub of frog spawn! Those little dots in jelly eggs have now hatched out and become swimming dots with tails. We have lists of about 60 names strewn around the house, there’s Cecil, Paula, bob and Fred. God help us when they all become ribbiting frogs.

Do your kids put you off?

Can I just say, it’s EXTREMELY off putting while you’re doing a workout in the living room, to have your 5 year old daughter acting as a judge for Strictly Come Dancing, holding up score cards marking your work. And announcing that when you get a 1 that means you’re out!

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.

Don’t do it, it’ll stink…

WARNING! To everyone taking kids to a beach this summer.

If you are looking for interesting stones and pebbles and come across some crabs legs that your child finds fascinating, LEAVE THEM THERE!

I can confirm that putting them in a toy bag for a week, so they’re safe for next month’s ‘show and tell’ makes your house stink!

You’re welcome.

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.