You know what Mummy….

The ups, downs and everything in between of being a Mummy to a 6 year old boy and 10 month old baby girl

In Quietness

This afternoon time stood quiet and still for a moment, for a fleeting time there was no one else but myself and 10 month old baby girl – Boo.

In the quietness she sat playing unaware that I was watching her examine her toy snail called Sid which has some velcro to attach it to a small chubby wrist or skinny little ankle for baby to play with as it rattles.

She was stroking the different sides of the velcro the rough prickly side and comparing it to the the soft textured side. Boo was turning Sid over and over in her delicate little fingers and then it happened the stillness was broken when she looked up and noticed me smiling at her. Boo smiled a little toothy smile, quickly put Sid down and crawled over to me, using me to lean on so she could clamber to her tiny little feet reached up and gave me a big sloppy kiss before shouting in delight and moving off to play with something else.

The moment of quietness gone but not forgotten.

Mummy gets organised!

Ok so food planning is not a new thing but it is to me.

I have always insisted how could I plan a week/month ahead regarding what I was going to eat as I don’t like strict regimented plans and have always just decided what to eat either earlier that day or 30 minutes before I expected to be eating meal by simply taking a chance on what I could find in the fridge and/or freezer.

I don’t think I like the strict approach of knowing what I will eat each day as my mam always served the exact same meals week in week out – Monday would be chicken and rice, Tuesday would be pork and vegetables, Wednesday would be spaghetti bolognese etc and I imagine she still cooks like this.

However it was my son Monkey who on Monday evening after seeing we were having pizza again said “we’re not having pizza again are we?!” (ok we’d had some the night before as a treat from a takeaway place and Monday night’s pizza was one of those small plain cheese pizzas which needed used up from the supermarket that I made slightly more posh by adding peppers and mushrooms)! This remark from him made me realise he was as bored with the food I offered as I was eating it – something needed to change my thinking on food planning.

Later that evening I devised a plan (I maintain that it is reasonably flexible though).

Tuesday I made minced turkey chilli con carni – delicious (I got the recipe and the beginnings of my plan from netmums found here

Today I used leftovers of the chilli as a jacket potato filling with salad (we still have plenty left for another meal so I’m going to freeze it = 3 meals in total)!

Thursday I had planned to have spaghetti with hidden vegetables (this has worked with my son since I weaned him on my homemade food) however after receiving our organic fruit and vegetable box today I may change my mind to try and find a recipe to use the beetroot as it looks lovely.

Friday we will be having fish pie with vegetables.

Saturday we’re having sausages and wedges

Sunday (mainly depends on whether we have any sausages left – if I don’t use the full packet then I’ll use it in a pasta type meal) otherwise we’ll be having chicken past a bake and leftovers on Monday, so thereby go my flexible food plan -we’ll see how we get on.

Having Children Saves You Money…. Sometimes!

I had an appointment at the dentist, I’d forgotten it was on the first day of the school summer holidays, I’d also forgotten I would have no childcare support as my parents were on holiday and hadn’t realised hubby would be sleeping as he’d been on night shift at work. Hmmmm what’s a Mummy to do?! Take everyone to the Dentist with me of course!

Now I’m sure there are some of you out there that would just say “well my kids go everywhere with me so…”

My son though is very frightened of going to the dentist and after a lot of explaining that he wasn’t the one having his teeth looked at he was slightly more willing to go with me and his baby sister.

As usual I started getting Monkey prepared to go out an hour before I actually needed to be there, it takes him this long to get his things together insisting 2 toys came with him instead of the usual 1 as he was still worried about going with me. I said this would be ok on this occasion therefore he quietly went in search (read noisily while hubby in bed after night shift) to find his dinosaur from Toy Story – Rex and his other dinosaur – Spenty. Along with an odd assortment of items in his Mickey Mouse backpack – a toy magnifying glass, toy binoculars and some rather cool black and white sunglasses which he swapped his normal glasses for as soon as he was in the car.

Meanwhile Boo brought her dolly – Emily (as chosen for this journey by Monkey).

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No trip to the Dentist is complete without a bunch of dinosaurs!

We finally arrived with a little bit of time to spare and as Monkey is unsure of going to the Dentist we talked about what might happen such as sitting in the waiting room waiting to be called, when it was my turn he and his sister could sit at the other end of the room and watch me in the chair going backwards and having my teeth counted (I know this isn’t technically correct regarding counting but it was how he described it and to be honest that’s what I thought when I was a child and it was always my favourite part of the appointment)!

Anyway we went in and sat down. It’s a small waiting room painted in a peachy colour with a huge marble effect desk for the receptionist to sit hidden behind. My son kept asking questions about what the receptionist was doing and why was everyone waiting etc – small spaces loud child voice – I’m sure you can understand everyone could hear him and were waiting for my answers! In his quietest voice however Monkey leaned over to me and said “this is really nice” referring to the decor as though he were an expert in this field which made me giggle.

I was called through and my Dentist looked slightly surprised to find I wasn’t alone but he’s such a lovely Dentist that he started talking to Monkey about his teeth (he hadn’t lost any baby teeth the last time he’d been to the dentist since then he has lost 5 in total 3 teeth recently in one weekend and currently has another wobbly tooth)!

It was also the first time Boo had met the Dentist she was very unsure of him but that may have been more to do with the fact he had put his mask over his mouth by this point.

Monkey and Boo sat quietly watching as my teeth were prodded and counted. The Dentist was going to do an x-ray that day (to update my record) had I not had the children with me but he suggested we do it next time which is the second time the children have saved me the cost of an x-ray the last time I went and he’d wanted to do one I was pregnant with Boo so there you go having children does save you money…. sometimes!

“Oh man!”

You know what Mummy....

Over the past few days Monkey has been trying to be helpful even when his help is not needed/wanted/asked for which has caused a few conversations about listening to what people actually want him to do instead of just deciding he’ll do it anyway.

Today hubby was taking a raffle prize to a friend who had won last night and so we all got in the car to deliver this and then to go on and have Sunday lunch at the local garden centre (it’s actually really good at a decent price) anyway….

Monkey on the way to the friends house kept saying he’d like to help but neither my husband or I could convince him that it would be easier and quicker if his dad just got out of the car to take the prize so we could then continue on our journey for lunch. As we said this…

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“Oh man!”

Over the past few days Monkey has been trying to be helpful even when his help is not needed/wanted/asked for which has caused a few conversations about listening to what people actually want him to do instead of just deciding he’ll do it anyway.

Today hubby was taking a raffle prize to a friend who had won last night and so we all got in the car to deliver this and then to go on and have Sunday lunch at the local garden centre (it’s actually really good at a decent price) anyway….

Monkey on the way to the friends house kept saying he’d like to help but neither my husband or I could convince him that it would be easier and quicker if his dad just got out of the car to take the prize so we could then continue on our journey for lunch. As we said this Monkey in an insistent voice said “no I don’t think so… I will get out and help” both my husband and I couldn’t help but try and stifle our giggles at his insistence anyway the friend wasn’t in and so as we left Monkey however continued in a confused conversation to himself “George (friend) is out, where has he gone? I don’t know, oh well”

Later on Monkey had drank all of his milk so he kept saying in an American voice “oh man I’ve ran out of milk, oh man I’ve drank all of my milk” – I can only assume this American accent and “oh man” has came from watching Back to the Future 2 so I’m guessing I’m going to hear this phrase said a lot in the school summer holidays “oh man!”

Cardboard Box and Imagination

As a young child I always had a box to play with, I remember clearly it was often used as a car mainly as Postman Pat’s van especially since my mam knitted me a Postman Pat and Jess the Cat – aww.

For several months Monkey asked whether we were finished with the boxes that had Boo’s cot in (we had the cot for a long time before we actually put it together) when we finally emptied these large boxes hubby and Monkey constructed a house in Monkey’s room which at first was good as he enjoyed playing in it and he had somewhere for his bears to live! Except it was always in my way and lately Monkey had stopped playing in it.

So the day came when we took it outside to be taken away except now Monkey has been fully enjoying playing with it again using every ounce of his imagination. So far I’m aware that it’s been:
A campsite
A house
A rocket
A school
A slide (which scares me as he puts it against our steps and slides)
A place to hide

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Place to hide from...

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...my plant

I’m sure it’s been many more things and likely to give him plenty more fun until it either rains and it becomes soggy or before the bin men do finally take it away!

Are we People?

As we were walking into the local garden centre for lunch one Sunday Monkey (age 6) turned to me and asked quite seriously “are we people” I don’t know what prompted this question but I answered yes we are and he didn’t ask for any more explanation.

However it did get me thinking of when I was probably his age asking my mam whether we were real or like a cartoon, she answered as best she could saying that in real life if something heavy fell on your head or if you fell down a cliff as often happened in Wile E Coyote and Road Runner cartoons then it was going to hurt and you may need to go to hospital but in cartoons they just get up and carry on.

It’s funny how your children make you remember something from your childhood which you’d forgotten about, all those questions that need answered, you don’t realise as a child how difficult some of those questions are for an adult to answer without making you scared and how some questions just sound strange to an adults ear.

Batteries

As a parent at Christmas when I watch my son opening his lovingly brightly wrapped presents from friends and family I watch carefully to see who buys the one’s which require those annoying things – batteries!

These are the presents we all know our children want to play with the most and unless you’re very organised and prepared for all battery requirements you will have a very annoyed and disapointed child (sadly this year i wasn’t prepared for the amount of batteries required for a remote control car).

The batteries are bought and your child plays endlessly with said toy and you spend hours recharging batteries or buying more costly batteries for several weeks (or months if the toy is their favourite) until one day the batteries are mysteriously removed, toy believed to be broken or disappears one night after they’ve gone to bed in the hope they find something less costly to play with.

Therefore please bear this in mind when buying toys for your friends or families children particularly if you don’t yourself currently have children as us parents have very good memories and we may just buy your future children the most noisy and battery eating toy we can find as it would only be fair to let you experience this too!

I just want to….

“I just want to …” is a recurring phrase my 6 year old uses particularly at times when I’ve

asked him to stop doing something however

since I had a baby girl recently he’s been using the phrase in the following ways “I just want to get her blanket” “I just want to sing her a song” and today it was “I just want to stroke her hair”! 

Aww he just truly loves her (and I can assure you she’s not a cat but does appear to like her hair being stroked).

#mummytreat

It’s great having a young child their honestly and curiosity is at times entertaining and of course other times you wish they just wouldn’t say it, especially if you’re in a quiet crowded quiet place.

Such as the time were in the queue for the toilet when he announced loudly he needed wee and proceeded to then ask me very loudly if I needed a poo?! Errm no but thanks for asking!

A couple of nights ago as I was putting him to bed he said “eugh what’s that in your teeth” and then proceeded to tell me I also had bogies up my nose… thanks.

It’s these little things that make you wonder how you ever managed to leave the house looking presentable before having children with their honest opinion on everything from what you’re wearing to whether they think you smell nice (seems he’s fussy regarding perfume) then I realised before I had him I actually had time to check my reflection in the mirror, time to put my hair up properly, time to decide what clothes to wear and most importantly time to check I had nothing in my teeth or nose that would cause public outcry.
So with that mummy’s I have decided to make sure I give myself a treat every once in a while from a simple use of a nice smelling expensive body lotion, giving myself a mani/pedi, eating something naughty but nice to myself (bar of chocolate with no small child in sight asking to eat it all) and even putting a face mask on these small things make a huge difference. What is your #mummytreat

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