Garden Centre + Christmas + Toddler =

Garden Centre + Christmas + Toddler =

Quite a lot of fun!

On a miserable afternoon at the end of November what else is there to do but visit a garden centre along with every other baby and pensioner in the local area and browse to your hearts content…ahem, sorry, I mean stop delicate displays from crashing mercilessly to the floor.

I always think a garden centre is a good option, and I’m usually wrong.  But today, little bear had an amazing time!  The Christmas display of penguins and seals at the entrance had him captivated and eager for more, and also gave us the chance to perfect our seal impressions.  He loved looking at all the decorations and was cooed over by many other browsers as he stopped to stroke the polar bears and wave at all the father “mismas” figures – he was in an exceptionally cute mood! The lights were another source of amazement, and better still, an illuminated polar bear – he got a few strokes and cuddles as well.  Whilst he was looking at the Christmas train set with my mum I did a little browsing and found a pretty cute cuddly elf that I was contemplating getting for him.  He saw it, cuddled it, then put it in the basket…oh I see, you’re making the decisions here now are you?!

And so the good natured shop continued.  We looked at books, found more lights around the shop, identified vegetables on the packets of seeds, and cuddled cushions on shelves…yes, cuddled cushions on shelves, and it wasn’t even a nice cushion.  This did attract several “aaaah bless him” and “how sweet” comments which is always lovely but for me, it just got better when he pointed to the next cushion along and said “nanny’s”.  My mum looked slightly hesitant but I jollied her along and soon there she was, on her hands and knees, laying on a cushion on a shelf in the middle of a garden centre…priceless entertainment!

We were even afforded the luxury of a drink a mince pie (first of the year) by little bear who sat like an angel quietly making his way through an apple.

Given that this happened on top of such a lovely family morning and was followed by an equally calm and loving evening, I have to say this has been an amazing day to be a mummy with every dream met and surpassed.

Happy Saturday everyone!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

…and JUMP!!

…and JUMP!!

We have had a lovely family morning today, we stayed in our pyjamas and just played.  Daddy has gone to football for work now and won’t see either of us until the morning so we thought stuff the housework, let’s just have fun!

Little bear thought it was amazing having both of us to play with for a few hours, undisturbed by phones or chores.  He was so happy and even let daddy play cooking with him – he’s never allowed to do this!  We have pushed cars up and down the lounge, under tables, under sofas, into boxes, into toes…you name it, the cars have been there.

And then he got really excited and made himself dizzy…he was spinning round in circles so quickly that we were in fits of laughter watching him, which of course made him do it even more until we were all in a heap on the floor.

Then he wanted to jump…he can’t jump, but he thinks he can.  He’s at that clumsy, lumbering stage where it’s more of a hop/stumble/hop/stamp kind of thing.  Before each jump he would shout, “aaaand JUMP!!” which was quickly followed by “more”!  And so the cycle continued until 10.45am when we decided we really should get dressed before we ended up having lunch still in our pyjamas.

It was one of those perfect family mornings that you always imagine but rarely get…and daddy even managed to buy some new trainers in the Black Friday/Saturday/Until we run out of stock Sales whilst we were at it!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

It’s like he knew…

It’s like he knew…

I always knew that a lay in would be a thing of the past once little bear arrived, apart from those rare occasions we can ship him off to other places, but as I’ve mentioned before, he has a habit of waking up incredibly early.

Apart from today.

A usual morning involves him getting up at around 5am, having a few cuddles, a play and some stories in bed, and waiting for the alarm to go off at 7am signalling we can now get up and have breakfast.  I never intended to condition him like one of Pavlov’s dogs, it just happened!  I don’t want to risk turning the alarm off because, well, we live in hope that one day it will be needed for its true purpose again.

But today, my husband had to be up at 6am.  We set an alarm and our final words to each other before sleep were, “Not that we’ll still be asleep at 6!”…but we were, little bear didn’t wake up.

The 6 o’clock alarm didn’t wake him.

The snooze alarm 3 minutes later didn’t wake him.

In fact, he didn’t wake up until we turned a light on and started to move around.  If we hadn’t got up until 7, like every other day, I honestly believe (wish/dream) that he would have slept until then.  It’s like he knew we would still be up early despite what he did.  I’m telling you, children are clever.

See you at 5am tomorrow!!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

Remember to Play

Remember to Play

Before little bear arrived I dreamt we would have fun filled days playing with toys, making playdough, cooking, going to the park, to name just a few.  The first few months clearly involved not a lot of this and so I found myself doing more housework than ever and a lot more cooking from scratch as well, because we all know that newborns just dont really do much!

And the from 4 months onwards he wanted to play, to explore, to interact!  Full of fresh enthusiasm we exhausted my repertoire of activites on a daily basis, and had lots of fun doing so!

Then there was an independent stage where he didn’t really want me to join in.  Every time I tried he would move away to do something else…so part of me thought I should stop trying and enjoy the freedom a bit more.

In recent months little bear has becone more needy again.  I seem to have forgotten his need to interact and have me as a playmate.  For a few weeks I found myself getting increasingly annoyed that I couldn’t do the washing up or make dinner without a whining small person trying to drag me off somewhere.  I was getting frustrated that he wouldn’t do anything alone and therefore I couldn’t do anything alone.

But then I thought…and I remembered what I had dreamt of two years ago when he was still a tiny bundle in my tummy – lets just play.

So today we have had a tea party with doll and bear, although they were quite rude guests and didn’t actually eat a lot so we sent them home on the tiger who deposited them at various points around the lounge.  We have played with waterbeads – we scooped and poured, talked about colour and size, found broken ones, and best of all, picked up hundreds of the things when little bear tried to help before the lid was on properly. And this was all before 9 o’clock.

We then got ready to go out, went to a group, had lunch, and he’s now in bed having had a lovely morning without any of the usual moaning.

Who needs to do housework any way?! Just remember to play.

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

Winter Dressing

Winter Dressing

I’m one of those peope that almost looks forward to cold, crisp winter days.  I love the idea of hats and scarfs, warm coats, seeing your breath…but then the reality hits – shops have heating!  I find myself melting like an Australian snowman and getting so wound up that I end up leaving without half the things I went in for.  So, having little bear around, I thought I would have the perfect excuse to indulge in all the cute winter accessories without feeling like I will spontaneously combust.

Not so!

Last winter little bear was crawling around and that made him hard enough to wrestle, but at least he was small enough to contain between your legs for a while.  This year, little bear is considerably bigger and much more defiant.  “Do you want to wear your scarf?”, “No”…oh, errrm let me rephrase, “We’re putting your scarf on”.  And so follows the battle for hats, coat, boots, and mittens.  Mittens are a stroke of genius though, he can’t do anything with them on so the hat is safe from being chucked…for now!

And then, finally, we are ready to leave the house.  He looks amazing, ridiculously cute!  A little like Kevin from Home Alone according to my mother-in-law – someone reassure me this is a compliment??

Then we’re at the shops.  And of course, be hates shops!  But now he’s hot in a shop and that’s 100 times worse!!! His screams of “Let’s gooooo” can be heard throughout the town, and of course this is only making him hotter!! Stupid, cute winter clothes!!

So winter really is the wrong season for me.  The lure of soft scarves and leather gloves, bobble hats and stripy mittens…it just doesn’t work for either of us.  How long until Summer?

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

10 Things I Hate About Teeth

10 Things I Hate About Teeth

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I know what you’re thinking…it’s one of two things actually so delete as applicable depending on whether or not you are a parent – how are there so many/few on the list?!

Teeth, my friends, are evil.  And here’s why:

1. They have their own time schedule – the symptoms are there for months but has that little tip of white broken through yet? Has it hell, give it another few weeks yet.
2. The dribble – had I wanted a bassett hound, I would have got one.  I didn’t.  I chose a baby, so how come I’m mopping up puddles before someone breaks their neck?
3. The poo – post weaning the teething poo becomes even better.  Apparently this is due to the increased saliva raised in point 2.
4. Biting – toys, clothes, furniture, though not thankfully people in our case.  Any hopes you had of putting that beautiful handcrafted wooden puzzle on ebay are out of the window now gnashers is in down.
5. Early Rising – my already early riser feels it is acceptable to get up even earlier when teeth are brewing, and this phase can last a while (see point 1).
6. Temperatures – I hate temperatures ar the best of times, mainly because little bear hates medicine, but when it’s caused by teething and stops you going out because of all the added clothing layers, well, it’s just inconsiderate.
7. Teething gel – wonderful in theory, even in practice whilst they’re still gummy.  But have you ever tried getting inside the mouth of a teething toddler?  Those existing pearly whites are pretty sharp and just sitting their waiting to put point 4 into practice – I’d rather wrestle a shark any day thank you!
8. Teething granules – again, great for tiddly tots, but toddlers? He just spjts them out.  During ante-natal classes this was put to me as “baby crack” – I have to say, it never lived up to that reputation.
9. Brushing – it has to be done, it’s so important to promote good oral hygiene and to look after teeth from the moment they appear, but again, I would rather wrestle a shark!  I’ve created a little song which helps us:
“Brush, brush, brush your teeth, gently side to side, up and down and round and round, make you smile with pride…ding” – it may be that this drowns out the protests more than actually helping but sing it a few times through and the ordeal is over.
10. The worry – when will the
y come through? Are the molars through? Are they clean enough? Are they straight? When will they get wobbly? Which will fall out first? Should I keep it? When will the new ones come through? Will they be straight? Will they need braces? Are they old enough to brush by themselves?  The worry never ends.

Tooth fairy – good job!  You have courage to dedicate your very existence to these horrors!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

“I’m going to break the baby!”

“I’m going to break the baby!”

Before having little bear I was petrified of having a baby, not of labour but of the actual looking after bit.  There is very little out there to read about this – everywhere focues on labour and the bliss that follows.

One night in December 2013 I verbalised this it what is now a comical incident. 

I was using my patience testing laptop to create a photobook as part of my nephew’s Christmas present.  Hours had been spent compiling photos, creating backgrounds, adding titles…and then the laptop stopped.  Frozen. Dead.

I had a plate of chow mein on my lap at the time. It got slammed to the floor.

The laptop was hit (this definately helped).

And I broke down!  I hollered, “I can’t do anything! I’ve broken the laptop and I’m going to break the baby!!!!

Reasonable assumption, I know.  Laptops and babies have very similar wants and needs.

I have to say, I spent most of my pregnancy wondering how on earth I would cope and thinking about how quickly I could get back to work.  Day dreaming mummy was not idealistic pre-birth!!

And then he arrived, silently slipping into the world ready to break my heart with every glance.  Almost at once my fears were gone, although I couldn’t quite bring myself to be the first one to dress him!

Motherhood doesn’t have to be fearful, and it doesn’t have to be fearless…but it should be honest and open.  We should feel able to talk about our worries without needing to destroy a piece of technology first!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~