We may have a problem..

We may have a problem..

So this morning I asked little bear, “Shall we go to the airport tomorrow”, “No”, he responded. Oh.  “Shall we go on an aeroplane? With daddy?”, again I was met with, “No”….ummm, sorry sweetheart, you have no choice, we’re going on that plane and you will be sat on our laps for hundreds of hours, or so it will seem!

It’s finally here, this time tomorrow we will be at the airport ready to board the plane.  I’m sure the airport experience on its own will lend itself to many an anecdote – 2 adults, 1 toddler, 3 bags, a buggy, and a mountain of food from Boots to occupy said toddler – what could go wrong?!?!?!

And the plane journey?! Complete breeze, he’ll be good as gold and everyone around us will love him and fall at his feet leaving us to sleep in peace – I’m 100% sure this will happen!

Making our connecting flight? The arrivals hall? Locating welcome party? Getting all our luggage in the car? It will be a breeze!!!

I’m not sure how much I will be able to blog in the next few weeks, but will hopefully check in every now and then. In case I don’t write before…Merry Christmas everyone!!!

Ps…if you have flown long haul with small children please tell me it will be ok!!!!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

Christmas Arrived…Reality Hit

Christmas Arrived…Reality Hit

Christmas came early for us this weekend with both days being branded “Christmas Day” as we spent time with our families before going away.

On Saturday we had full Christmas dinner with my mum and step dad which was lovely and certainly made us all feel very festive. Then on Sunday we went to my in-laws and had a big family lunch.

Each day we opened so many more presents than we expected to, it has made us all feel very loved and spoilt.  Little bear got some lovely new things – books, puzzles, toys, pyjamas, you name it, the boy got it!  We mainly got Australian dollars but had a few nice surprises thrown in too.

By the time we came home last night we had accumulated more bags of stuff than we had left with…just as I thought my house was returning to normal I suddenly have all these new things to find homes for amongst the sink and the suitcases.

And now it’s becoming real.  Fake Christmasses are over.  The bags are packed (kind of). And in 3 days time we’ll be boarding our flight to Australia!!!

In my head, I’ve been hugely down-playing the length of the flight.  Day-dreaming mummy has been convinced it won’t be that bad, that little bear will be happy with the same books and snacks on repeat for 24 hours…reality is now hitting.  Looking at the mountain of toys/books/stickers/crayons etc I’m left feeling baffled as to how the hell it will all keep him happy!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

The Saga of Mr Duplo Man

The Saga of Mr Duplo Man

In my head, when little bear started enjoying imaginative play he was talking clearly and we would be able to act out little scenes together.  This is NOT the case…

Yesterday morning we were happily playing with his Duplo, putting the people into cars, building towers, destroying towers – the usual thing.  Then little bear asked me to build a house so I obliged and made a pretty impressive structure.  Once complete he passed me a man, so I put him in the house…obviously this is what he was indicating, or perhaps not…my actions were met with a firm “no”.  So I put the man on the roof (a previously favoured position), but again my attempts were dismissed.  I tried asking but didn’t get anywhere with that, all language skills having seemingly evaporated.

I tried putting the man in a car, on a bike, in a digger, I even tried giving him the man.  Each time the “no” became more angry until it resulted in him throwing himself on the floor in despair.

After a while he composed himself, picked up the man and wandered off to the bathroom.

I followed at a safe distance, not wanting to interfere but intrigued.  He strode into the bathroom, sat the man in the potty and said “wee wee”…then looked at me as if I should have known that all along!  Silly mummy!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

Volume Control

Volume Control

Little bear seems to lack this abiility, which I know is perfectly normal but my god, it’s annoying!

He has started using lots of two, and a few three, word sentences such as “get it”, “all gone”, and “it’s in there” which is incredible and very cute, but when he wants something RIGHT NOW it has to said in a volume so loud that the entire county knows about it.

Favourite words to holler at me are “READY” and “OUT”.  “Ready” comes out at every meal/snack time, because obviously a toddler can go from fine to starving hungry in just a few seconds.  I try to keep my calm and quickly whip up a bowl of rice krispies or a sandwich, or whatever is deemed appropriate, during which time he is either hanging off me or elevating his highchair to the highest setting which actually just delays the whole food process.

“Out” is usually reserved for the buggy although it can be used when we’re about to leave the house too if I’m taking too long to get ready…he has a point with that one!  As soon as home is in sight I wait for the cry, the door opens and there it is…”OUT! OUT! OUUUUUUTTT!!!!”, “Sorry darling, did you mean out please mummy? Thouggt so, let’s try that next time”, surely this patience has to pay off soon?!

But when we are out and about, the most common thing I hear is, “oh isn’t he quiet, how lovely”…hmmm, you try making him lunch, see how quiet he is then!

Anyway, I need to get ready for sugarfest now.  This afternoon we’re decorating a gingerbread Christmas tree…in my head this will be a beautiful experience with each of us taking turns, smiling and giggling, and me letting him have a cheeky chocolate button for being so good.  Reality is likely to be very different!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

9 More Days Until Holiday…

9 More Days Until Holiday…

…and I really need to become reacquainted with the suitcases.  Last week saw us get off to a good start but since then we’ve slacked off a bit.  I seem to now just be generating an ever increasing pile of “stuff” in the corner of our bedroom and the thought of sorting it into “suitcase or hand luggage” piles is almost too much to bear!

Little Bear is becoming a little frustrated with this pile too as much of it is for him, new books, stickers, magazines, games, etc…but he isn’t allowed it.  So really, my inability to face the pile is now causing more stress because I’m having to tell him “no” and risk a meltdown every time he goes near it.

image
"Please let me play with it all NOW!"

He is also partly the reason why I haven’t packed anymore.  At the end of the summer I bought him stacks of new t-shirts in 18-24 months thinking that, at 19 months he’ll need them.  We got them out the other day and some are ridiculously big!  So before I can pack for him, I have to sort through mountains (ok, a small hill…a mound perhaps) of t-shirts to find the largest 12-18 month ones and the smallest of the 18-24 month ones.  I just can’t bring myself to do this, and I know it won’t take long, but it will be long enough!!

I’ve made lists, cross referenced lists, counted money, checked seats, checked flight times, chosen my travelling outfit…hmmm, time to stop procrastinating and time to get on with it!  Maybe I should just check the weather forecast one more time first…

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

Sleeping Bunnies and Other Animals

Sleeping Bunnies and Other Animals

One of little bear’s favourite songs of the moment is “Sleeping Bunnies”.  If you don’t know it then it involves laying on the floor for the first part of the song and then hopping around like a rabbit high on smarties for the second part.

It’s really sweet watching him lay down with the older children at playgroup, and it’s lovely when he gets his teddies to join in, and everyone else in the room as well!

When it isn’t so much fun is when I’m trying to shower and he wants me to join in.

We managed to get through a couple of renditions without too much trauma but then he wanted to explore other animals.  He drew inspiration from his bath toys and if unsure what to do he turned to me, and that is what led to me waddling around the shower like a penguin, singing at the top of voice the instruction to “waddle little penguin, waddle waddle waddle”…Dignity?  Self-respect?  Gone!!

How life changes once you have a walking, talking, demanding toddler!!  Take me back to the days when a morning shower could take as long as I wanted, safe in the knowledge that he couldn’t get into any mischief or demand too much attention!

Although, I do think I made quite a good penguin!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~

This time 2 years ago…

This time 2 years ago…

It was three weeks before our 20 week scan and I was nervous, as I’m sure most people are.  We decided we wanted to know if bump was pink or blue but obviously the main priority was checking everything was ok.

I was secretly hoping for a boy, and although it’s something you probably shouldn’t admit, I think I would have been slightly disappointed if it wasn’t.  Of course I would have loved a girl had that been the way things went but it’s just not what I had pictured, and besides, I’m rubbish with hair!

I can remember the lead up to Christmas, lusting after all the champagne and mulled wine, and Christmas day itself when my biggest dilemma was when to allow myself one glass of something alcoholic.  I made this into such a debate with myself that I ended up not even having one!

Presents were bought for little bear by family members ready to be used in 5 months time, my tummy was prodded (all time worst thing to happen when pregnant), and again, I lusted over the beverages.

And then it was over.  My last Christmas without a little bear to chase after.  Last year he was crawling, this year he’s travelling to the other side of the world…who knows what next year will bring??

The Day Dreaming Mummy
~♡~