Toddler Colds

Toddler Colds

Is there no end???

Last week Little Bear had a temperature on and off for about 4 days, and a bit of a runny nose.  Some days it was a temperature in the morning but fine in the afternoon, other days it was the reverse.  I hate it when he has a temperature, not because I don’t want him to feel ill, although that’s obviously part of it, but because it means he needs medicine and that is one of the most stressful experiences…I had hoped he would get better with age but no, still a hater – unless grandad does it, for grandad we just open our mouth and take down it quicker than a birthday girl downs her sambucca (hypothetically speaking, this in no way represents my own experience)!

Anyway, this week the temperature has gone but I’m left with the aftermath.  The constant sneezing!  How do small children produce so much of the yucky stuff??  I mean, it’s endless!  A good sneeze produces enough snot to reach the floor, and every journey is taking twice as long because of all the nose wiping…it’s relentless!!! If I hear myself say, “let’s get your nose” one more time then I might have a nervous breakdown, and I’m fairly sure Little Bear is beginning to feel the same.

And now the cold is attacking the whole family just in time for holiday.  I think they might issue us with masks during boarding, “Welcome aboard healthy family, we hope you have a nice flight”, then put us right at the back of the plane and neglect us until landing!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
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My Little Helper

My Little Helper

This afternoon Little Bear was a superstar.  After his first trip to the dentist (not as traumatic as anticipated) we arrived home and sat down to play.  We made a Duplo house with connecting tower for the dog to stand on, and then everyone else – 4 Duplo men, 4 Happyland characters, the Fat Controller, and the entire cast of Ben and Holly – was put inside.  Once this was done my role was redundant and he carried on playing happily by himself.  I had a few games to make for him to take on holiday so thought I would try to make a start, expecting to get 10-15 minutes at the most…2 hours later it was dinner time and we had had a wonderful afternoon.

I started cutting things out and letting the paper fly to the floor.  Little Bear spotted this and found it hilarious.  He started trying to catch the paper and then picked it up for me and put it all in the bin, asking for more and telling me he was being helpful.

Then I needed to laminate which he couldn’t help with but he saw the little dinosaurs I had cut out, sat up at the table, and began to play with them, pretending to give them a drink from his cup.

My last job was sticking the dinosaurs onto card.  He usually hates glue but he sat on my lap and helped to squeeze it out and push the dinosaurs down…he loved it.

When he wasn’t helping he watched or played independently, we chatted, and we sang.  We were always together but sometimes doing our own things.  I love that he helped make some of his own games, homemade is always special but his helping hand has just made it so much more worthwhile.

If he’s still feeling helpful tomorrow, I might give him a duster!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
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Playground Problems

Playground Problems

The first problem is what to call them.  Before having Little Bear, a park was a park – an open space, football pitches, maybe a pond, some trees, etc, and a playground was the place, sometimes within the park, that housed the swings and slide.  Somewhere in the last two years, “park” has come to mean the whole thing.  The question “Shall we go to the park?”, will almost always mean “Shall we go to the playground?”…but I digress, semantics aren’t really the issue here

So what is the issue?  My issue is that before Little Bear came along I thought that one park/playground was very much the same as any other.  I knew of several near to me so that was a bonus, we would become park pros!  And then he started to explore…

The older and more independent he got, the more parks infuriated me.  At just shy of 2, Little Bear is developing his strength, co-ordination, and skills, so it won’t be long before nothing is off limits…but the months we’ve endured so far have sometimes been a struggle.

So many parks just don’t consider the needs of their youngest users.  Why, for example, put a vertical climbing wall or a ladder as the access to the smallest slide?  Why make it almost impossible for small tots to independently navigate?  And whatever happened to the roundabout? I only know of one locally that vaguely resembles what I had as a child, the rest don’t have seats and have bars too high for very little people to hold.  See-saws?  Very rare, there’s a new-fandangled version at most but again, generally not suitable for under 2s.

I’m lucky.  Little Bear is quite strong and very resilient, but many children under 2 aren’t, and they still want to explore and have fun on more than just the swings!  This afternoon we’re off to try somewhere different, unchartered territory…I hope it pleases both of us!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
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It’s gro clock time!

It’s gro clock time!

So as many of you who have been following this blog will know, Little Bear is something of an early riser…always has been, probably always will be.  Reduced nap times, no nap times…neither of these seem to do the trick for more than a few days, and then we’re back to 5.30 or earlier.  And he’s grumpy.  6 o’clock is fine, it gives us family time before daddy goes to work and when Little Bear gets up at this time he is much happier and far more willing to play on his own whilst I’m getting on with bits.

We’ve debated a gro clock for a while and last week I just bit the bullet and bought one.  Last night was the first chance we had to use it.

Little Bear loves clocks so it was a hit straight away.  We explained that the stars meant night time and then when he sees the sun, he can get up and come into our bedroom.  He seemed to grasp the idea straightaway and told us what he needed to do several times.

We went to bed almost hoping he would wake before 6am, just so we could see what he would do.  At 5.30am he cried out and we heard him getting out of bed.  Daddy went in, reminded him about the clock, and came out.

It went quiet.

Then he chatted to himself.

Then it went quiet again.

At 6.03am he trotted in with a massive grin on his face and took me to see the clock.  “It’s orange, the sun is up!”, he cried, and sure enough it was.  On morning number one he cracked the idea, settled himself for an extra half an hour, and then almost burst with pride at his own achievement.

I don’t doubt that this isn’t the final fix, I know there will be early mornings, but it seems more manageable now.  We have something that he understands, a constant visual cue…amazing!  How late can I stretch him?!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
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How Birthdays Change!

How Birthdays Change!

Until Little Bear arrived, my birthday was all about one person…me!  Not so anymore, now it’s a little bit about me but more about having a good day that Little Bear will enjoy as well.  Last year was soft play followed by lunch, this year was a grand day out to Paradise Park.

I really had no idea what to expect.  This place is a garden centre/planet earth museum/miniature gardens/dinosaur exhibit/outdoor play area/soft play…surely with so much going on, it couldn’t all be good.  And it wasn’t.  It was great! The whole place was well thought out, well maintained, and good fun!

The museum was also home to the dinosaurs.  These were true to size, and interactive – Little Bear loved making them roar.  We didn’t spend long in the gardens as the weather wasn’t great, but as it was dry we managed to gave a good play on the slide and climbing frame before lunch.  After lunch we took Little Bear on the train ride, it was his first experience of anything like that and he sat in his own seat, holding on, and laughing with excitement!

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We then visited the dinosaurs, caveman, and astronaut again…waving hello and goodbye to each one as we went.

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Finally we braved the softplay which was carnage.  By now it was raining and everyone was indoors, add to that school holiday crowds and you can imagine how crazy it was.  But Little Bear loved it regardless and dragged nanny off to explore.

It wasn’t the way I would usually spend my birthday but seeing Little Bear have such a good time really made my day…as did the champagne at the end of it!!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
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It’s Finally April…

It’s Finally April…

…And it’s nearly holiday time!  We mentioned to Little Bear back in February that we were going to Gran Canaria, just a passing comment but he clung onto it and has asked about it nearly every day since!

I never dreamt that I would have to be so careful about what I said around him before he even hit 2…most two year olds can’t say Gran Canaria, let alone remember that it’s somewhere we are going on holiday, who we are going with, and that we will “have breakfast on aeroplane” – his own assumption, albeit a correct one!

From the first of the month we have been putting a sticker on our “Holiday Countdown” chart which he loves…and also gets me quite excited as a see the little boxes filling up with smiley faces!

We’ve also got a month of birthdays to get through, as well as getting ready for Little Bear’s second birthday the week we get back from holiday.  It all starts with mine this week and then doesnt stop until we celebrate daddy’s while we’re away.  Little Bear loves singing “Happy Birthday” though, so at least he will get lots of opportunities in the next few weeks.

Singing in general seems to be his thing at the moment.  Everyday he seems to be singing something new – “Down in the Jungle”, “The Grand Old Duke of York”, and “Baa Baa Black Sheep” seem to be particular favourites, with a verse of “If You’re Happy and You Know It” thrown in every now and then!  It’s lovely listening to him singing in his little voice, and great to have some respite from singing them myself!!

He’s also getting very independent with play.  He loves using his people to create stories with.  They get walked around the garage or the sofa, get put to bed under a blanket, go to the shops, and do all the things that I do with Little Bear.  It’s so cute listening to him, if not a little disconcerting when you hear yourself in the phrases he uses!

I guess these are all signs of him growing up…increased memory, language skills, imaginative play – not long until he’s 2!  But that’s another month, let’s just focus on my birthday and holiday first!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
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