Play-Doh Patterns

Play-Doh Patterns

Yesterday afternoon Little Bear was flirting between activities and not really settling on anything.  I think he was just excited because grandad was here, but whatever the cause, he was wearing me out just watching him!  I decided to suggest Play-Doh as this normally keeps him still for about half an hour.  Luckily he thought this was a great idea – high five to mummy!

Little Bear began playing with it in his usual way, rolling and patting, making shapes, making peas to fill an ice cream cone with, etc., etc…but then he realised he could make prints in it if he flattened it out on the table.

Play-Doh tool were forgotten – trains, dinosaurs, and string were found.  It soon became hard to identify the individual marks but Little Bear was having a great time.  Two hours later, yes, two hours, our table looked like this…


You can barely see the Play-Doh amongst all the toys.

It’s definitely something we’ll be doing again…even though it’ll probably only last 10 minutes next time round!

Playing the System

Playing the System

Last night I got home from my weekly Bounce class and as usual Little Bear was fast asleep.

As we were making dinner my husband turned to me and said, “Did you tell him we could watch television after you went out?  He said he hadn’t watched anything all day so you said we could watch something together?”

Rewind to 4.45pm.

Little Bear had just finished playing with his garage having fixed about 29,000 cars, “Mummy can I watch CBeebies now pleasey double please??” (Topsy and Tim, thank you for that one)

My response, almost to the word, went like this, “You watched some television earlier so you have to choose, you can either have Peter Rabbit on now or you can watch Paw Patrol after dinner.”

After some careful consideration he opted for Peter Rabbit, his reasoning being he had already watched one Paw Patrol today – good logic. Decision made we carried on with the teatime routine and when daddy came home there was no mention of television.  But it turns out, barely a minute after I had said goodbye, he was completely twisting my words and wrapping daddy around his little finger!  Cunning Little Bear, very cunning.

Laying in bed this morning I decided to question him.  Was he actually cunning or did he just misinterpret?  I soon had my answer, the cheeky grin that spread over his face when I began my questioning was enough evidence to convict…guilty of deceitful childhood act!

So, note to all, if my Little Bear, or any other seemingly angelic preschooler for that matter, tries to convince you that “mummy said” something, chances are, mummy said the exact opposite!  You have been warned!

Chocolate Cornflake Cakes

Chocolate Cornflake Cakes

A staple of childhood.

The quick and easy go to recipe for mum’s everywhere.

A quick and easy Easter treat.

And guess what?  Little Bear doesn’t like them!


We made some on Monday which he really enjoyed doing and sampled some from the spoon, the best part!  As a treat he had one for pudding but only ate half…perhaps he was full?  Then yesterday he asked for one and then said he didn’t like it and would just eat the mini eggs!  Oh, ok, that’s fine Little Bear but…

EVERY OTHER CHILD LOVES THEM!  WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!

And now what am I meant to do with them?!  Eat them you say?  Oh if you insist!

Worker Bear

Worker Bear

This weekend we put up the new pictures in Little Bear’s bedroom.  I use “we” in the loosest sense, all I contributed was, “left a bit, up a bit”, but you know, it was a valuable role.

With this job done I turned my focus to his table.  The old art caddy just wasn’t cutting it anymore, the colours just weren’t right, and I wanted something that made everything a bit more accessible.  Channelling my inner childcarer I recalled the writing tables I used to have at work – a variety of mark making tools, paper, stamps, stickers, post-it notes – and then adapted it for home.  This afternoon Little Bear and I went to the shops for supplies and then, together, set it all out.

He has enjoyed exploring it all and come snack time he has just requested to “have it in my office please”!  Yes sir, I’ll bring it right to you!

The Public Face

The Public Face

Yesterday was one of those mornings where you question everything you thought you knew about parenting and are contemplating locking yourself in a dark room for a bit of peace.

Little Bear was just annoying! Can I say that about my “angel” child?!  He just took forever to do anything.  Washing his face, taking off pyjamas, choosing a top, choosing a book…everything was a long drawn out process and it left me despairing for the rest of the day.

But then we went out.

We got to the library and he sat beautifully on a chair, turning around every now and again to cuddle me and say, “I love you mummy” prompting heartfelt “ah bless him, how sweet” responses from those around us. Hmmm, if only they knew.

Then we went swimming.  That passed without much event except him refusing to put his face in the water for the 99th lesson in a row…come on Little Bear, the excuse of “my bubbles have run out” just isn’t cute anymore!

After swimming we went to a friend’s for lunch and a play.  Before he sat down to eat he stopped in his tracks, raised a hand, and so sincerely announced that, “I need to wash my hands first”.  Great, brilliant, just what I want you to do before meals.  But you never do it at home!

At home, I’m sure he thinks that soap and water from the sink is poison.  He avoids it like the plague.  Yet here he was voluntarily going to wash his hands.  Gobsmacked!  Who is this child?!

Who knew that at such a tender age he would be able to switch his loveable side on and off to suit his audience?  Naively I assumed the “annoying” mood was just the way he had woken up, turns out it was just for my benefit and his angel side was just being reserved for his adoring public…I guess I should be grateful about that!