This is something my Gran would say. Now I have kids of my own, I know what she means. It does worry me that we are in a digital world now and the ability to play outdoors is being lost for children. If the digital age doesn’t threaten outdoor play then the blame culture world we live in does. Children can’t do much these days as people are so afraid of being sued. Better safe than sorry eh? Continue reading “The Benefits of Outdoor Play – 10 Reasons to promote outdoor play in children”
I’ve had a couple of really nice holidays this year with my children. We staying in a caravan in south Wales and we enjoyed a week away with friends in Whitstable. We were lucky to have great weather on both holidays but living in sunny Britain, great weather can never be guaranteed.
We have decided to go to Majorca later this year which will be Olivia’s first flight and George’s first flight where he has his own seat. We booked flights as soon as Olivia was born but then the timer started ticking… time to get her first passport. Continue reading “Taking Baby Passport Photos at Home”
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Mummy Medals Achieved This Week
Juggling Mummy – went to a playgroup on my own with to children
Parenting can sometimes seem like a long slog. It can be frustrating yet fun and frantic. It has been almost 15 weeks since the arrival of my beautiful Olivia. It has gone so fast. I want to make sure I remember the important milestones so I’m making a “Mummy Medals” regular post to help me remember what these little ones are up to when I look back. Its also good to make myself that I’m doing a good job even though sometimes it doesn’t feel like it.
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Mummy Medals Achieved This Week
Cold call redirect
Reunited with monkey
What am I proud of myself for this week?
I planted a rockery this week and pulled out all the nettles in my overgrown garden to make it safe for George and Olivia. The garden still has a long way to go but I feel like he can play and enjoy being out there now without being in too much danger.
How did George make me Proud?
George makes me proud every day. This weekend we had some friends over with toddlers. George was tired and spent the first couple of hours either napping or in a sleepy tantrum. Eventually he woke up and started to play with the other children. It was so nice to watch him play and interact with others.
George has also started to make longer sentences although his favourites are:
I do it
How did Olivia make me Proud?
She has started to give us one of the best gifts a baby gives it parents… sleep! She has started to sleep much better at night and it almost feels like we get a good nights sleep most nights. She has the odd 4am wake up but I can’t complain as George was up every 2 hours until he was 10 months old.
She has also practicing her amazing cuteness with lovely cues.
He neck strength is improving and she had her first bounce in the Jumperoo this week, although I think she still needs a couple of weeks as it did seem a little overwhelming for her.
I put George on the phone to a cold caller. He had quite a conversation. I expect a new energy pack through the door any day now.
Mummy Medal: Cold call redirect
I caught George putting some of his board letters in his mouth. I told him “out your mouth”. He complied, then I saw him hide his mouth and put a letter in again. He thought because I couldn’t see his mouth I didn’t know what he was up to. I had to hold in the laughter as I told him “out your mouth” again as I was starred at with suspicious eyes.
I think the most frustrating moments have involved an overtired George. He seems to be dropping his daytime nap now unless he has a car journey. He gets really grumpy and throws himself on the floor at the first sight of not getting what he wants immediately. For Example: I managed to place him in the pushchair asleep as I “nipped” into Morrisons. I placed his toy Rattie with him but when he woke up he wanted Monkey! I spent most of the trip around the supermarket with a crying toddler who only wanted Monkey. I tried to get out as fast as I could but it was frustrating to watch as I just wanted to make him feel better, poor thing. I was glad Monkey was waiting for him in the car… Phew!
Mummy Medal: Reunited with Monkey
I have been marking GCSE Chemistry and this has been taking my time where I wanted to spend it with the kids. It will pay for our summer holiday spending money though so I can’t feel too guilty. I just don’t want to miss out on any previous moments.
I’m looking forward to the Crich Village Fete on Saturday. We haven’t been before but it is supposed to be great for kids. I might even meet some other mummy’s with toddlers George’s age.
I also have a meal with my work colleagues on Thursday. One colleague is leaving and another retiring. I’m so happy for them both as they are going onto new adventures. It will be nice to see them and give them a send off.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about my Mummy Medals. What are your Proud moments this week?
Warning! Extremely soppy post! You may be at risk of either vomiting or needing your entire brood to be near for a warm embrace!
Cuddles. It’s strange that they are so wonderful. After pregnancy and postpartum recovery when your body just wants a break from it all, there they are to make it better.
Recently, I’ve found myself just stopping to give my babies cuddles. It just fills me with love and makes me want to pop! Maybe it’s because having a tiny baby again is just so lovely: The busy hands, the illogical flip switch from happy to extreme sadness and the need for constant physical contact. It might be this contact that is making me love the cuddles. Whatever it is, I’m certainly appreciating my little ones more and more. It’s almost like I’m slowing down time to make sure I remember these special times.
Is George really 2?
I remember holding tiny George loving how he was a new part of my life. I loved feeding him and watching his cheeky character grow and develop. He still is tiny (but bigger), more cheeky and certainly a card, but it’s all gone so fast. Age 2 is still young but now I’m reliving the tiny baby days I worry that I’ve forgotten so much. It’s all gone so fast. I miss the busy hands days and then we have cuddles. The cuddles make it ok again. I remember, he’s the George I love because of his journey. I’ve been there with him and cuddles are just a way of stopping to remember that.
Cuddles with Olivia
Olivia loves to be held. She is 9 weeks old now… where did that go? She’s starting to hold her head up like a champ and she’s awake for longer… much longer. She reminds me of tiny tiny George and she reminds me of me. I’ve used a stretchy baby carrier with her so that I’ve been able to look after George as well and the constant cuddles has kept her settled. It’s also nice for me. She is always near and I can just stop to give her a warm embrace and a kiss on her head. I’m making the most of this.
Will it end?
Some children grow up and don’t want that togetherness that they have as children with their parents. Will my duo grow up to be that way or will they love to come home to cuddles? I want them to grow up to be strong and independent and would never want to discourage them from reaching for their dreams, but please, when they do come home, let there always be cuddles.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about my cuddly love for my children. Let me know if it’s made you want to cuddle your precious ones?
I’ve had this little cookie jar toy since George was around 7-8 months old and he was grabbing things. As he has developed to an age of now 25 months, he still plays with this colourful toy. He now plays differently with the toy and I can see him developing new ways of making it interesting for him. It has become a toy that he always seems to go back to and I would definitely recommend to anyone who wanted a shape sorting toy for their children but didn’t know what to invest in.
I wanted to share how we play and look forward to playing with this toy. I’ve included some extra games we play with the cookie jar toy. Why not leave a comment with how you have innovated with this toy?
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It’s the little things that mean so much, but it’s also the little things we tend to forget. My son had been playing with his play kitchen this morning. I’m not sure what was happening in his own head but there was clacking and giggling; opening and closing, and the odd bit of babbling and dancing.
10 minutes is about enough playtime and then it’s on to something different. George is still only 24 months old so either hasn’t mastered what clearing away toys is or he’s playing me like a champion. As I went over to scoop away his trip hazards I noticed a little box of eggs that had started this playtime as completely separate pieces. He’d tidied them back together and into their box. It made my heart melt. My little boy did that. 😍
I realise I’m showing you a box of toy eggs and expecting you to get all gooey inside. Well actually I’m not. I know this makes me a big softie but I’m actually just sharing my emotions. I don’t expect you to have the same emotion as this is a classic “baby bore” post. I guess I’m just saying that it’s the little things that make us proud as parents: not just being top of the class, walking at the average developmental milestone or going potty for the first time. Don’t get me wrong they are all moments that make us proud but between those “big” moments there are lots of tiny filler proud moments that keeps our baby love counter topped up. I just didn’t want to forget this one.
So the next time a mother (or any parent) shows you a picture of a box of toy eggs; or a scribble on construction paper or a picture of the child smiling covered in last nights dinner: instead of thinking “oh my I’m supposed to be excited about this?” Instead think “well that nice you’ve got something so simple that makes you so happy”.
You might see a few more proud mummy posts popping up but at least I’ve explained myself now.
Do you agree with me or do you think this is just a baby bore post?
I had always wanted more than one child. It boils down to my own experiences as a child. I grew up with an older brother and we are so close and have been from since before I can remember. We may have had a few sibling arguments but on the grand scale of things I love him to bits and I loved having a big brother growing up. I wanted to have children and my children to have a similar experience. However, all children are different and I know plenty of people who have children that don’t get along. What if my children do nothing but fight and bicker?
What if my children don’t get along?
Throughout the pregnancy people would ask if I was worried about my eldest George being jealous of the new baby. I would say that I wasn’t overly concerned. George is quite independent for a baby in a sense that he’s not too clingy and will happily play with other people and children. As he is so sociable I thought all would be well when the new baby came home.
Olivia came home 6 weeks ago and there was a new look that George cast which I had not seen before. It was a look of suspicion. It didn’t appear at first but when he noticed that this tiny person was demanding a lot of my love and attention he just couldn’t figure out why. I did my best to play with George where I could and I would talk to him even if I was holding Olivia to let him know I loved him still.
Will his suspicions grow into more sinister feelings?
After a week George started to do a fake cry or throw tantrums for no reason. He would also bring me things such as his toys or food when I was feeding Olivia. I know he was just resting whether I still cared about him. Eventually, he started to look less suspiciously of Olivia.
I suppose it is hard for him as most of the day she was sleeping in her Moses basket and so out of sight, or in my arms so out of reach. A newborn is not a play thing and they don’t do very much that would interest a 23 month old.
He’s not mean to her but he just doesn’t know what to do around her
After 3 weeks George started to come around. I was cuddling Olivia on the sofa and he climbed up for a cuddle too. I was able to get my other arm around him. He had his suspicious look about him as he reached over to Olivia. Then he smiled and said “baby” before gently stroking her head. I gave him the biggest smile and agreed “yes, Olivia is your baby sister”. He smiled back and then settled in for a cuddle. I think it was at that point he accepted that I could be shared and that I still loved him.
Those beautiful moments have started to come more frequently. He will rock the moses basket and if he’s running he will slow down to carefully step around her if I’m playing on the floor with her. I can see he enjoys getting the positive smiles and attention from being kind and this is making for many a cute moment between the pair.
I think he loves her
I hope they love each other as much as I love my big brother.