What? When? Where? Why? Who? How?

What? When? Where? Why? Who? How?

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The 6 little words that cause mums to quiver, to sigh in exasperation, to reach for the glass of wine even though it’s barely midday!!

Before I had Little Bear I imagined he would be around 3 when the incessant questioning started, but, true to form he decided to buck the trend and start around his second birthday.  Now he’s nearly 26 months and it’s showing no signs of slowly.

No conversation is safe.  There is no such thing as a passing comment.  Mutterings and whispers are picked up on.

A book that used to take 3 minutes now takes 15…”Where is ‘missing you’?”, “What’s that fox/tree/sausage doing?”…the questions are relentless.

Earlier I remarked that it might rain later.  And so started a 10 minute conversation on when later is, where the rain is, what it would do, why it would be wet, how is would splash, etc etc…and heaven forbid I should give an answer he doesn’t like!

I know it’s him learning, I know it’s because he’s interested, and I know it shows he’s listening…but just once in a while, every now and again, could he just observe and absorb mutely?  I need a break!

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Projectile…

Projectile…

Vomit? Never
Poo? Once
Snot? At least 20 times in the last 24 hours.

When Little Bear sneezes it is completely unrestrained, there is none of the restraint that we often show as adults, no chance of escaping without the need of a tissue.

When Little Bear sneezes, insects need to be aware.  Fly into the path of that, and they would be floored, never to move again.

When Little Bear sneezes, I feel like I need to antibac my entire body and change his entire outfit.  No surface is safe.

And this, dear childless friends, is what you have to look forward to one day.  Of the three projectiles, snot is probably my most feared!!

New Mothers…

New Mothers…

I had a friend’s Baby Shower yesterday and it has made me reflect a little on the early days of Little Bear’s life, and the things I wish someone had told me.

Before I had Little Bear I was terrified of how I would look after him, how I would cope, and how I would give him everything he needed.

The first two weeks were filled with feeding worries and everyone felt they were entitled to an opinion.  I had times when I laughed…pumping at 3am, slippery nipple shields, our fridge looking like a milk parlour.  I had times where I cried…insensitive midwifes, unsuccessful feeds, a frustrated baby.  And then there were the times when I just had to get on with it.  Transitioning to bottles was hard, and even harder was when he first had formula, but it was what my baby needed and I just had to accept it and get on with it.  New mothers, don’t fret.  Whatever you want to do is right for you and your baby.  If things don’t go the way you want then cry about it, shout about it, rage about it…but then get your brave face on and do what works.

So many people are too quick to judge or to give unhelpful advice.  My advice is to do what works.  For us, we had early nights for a few weeks, just because we knew we would then get a few hours in before 11 o’clock and then, chances were, we would get at least 6 hours in total by morning.  It may not sound like much, but it’s enough to function!!  But that might not work for everyone, so again, do what is right for you.

Little Bear is 2 now and I still have times when I wonder what I’m doing and if I’m fulfilling his needs, but then I look at him…this gorgeous, funny, clever boy…and I know that I’m doing ok.

And new mummies, you will all be ok too!

What am I doing?!

What am I doing?!

Little Bear is fast asleep…phew!! Recently at nap times I’ve been washing, cleaning, tidying, searching for hotels, and deleting the 100s of pointless e-mails I receive every day without ever actually unsubscribing from any, because, well you never know! 

Today, theoretically, should be no different except I think my tidying may have turned into playing…but 10 minutes later I have made a pretty good duplo house complete with garage, flag, and crane, because all good homes need a crane!

Oopsy, best get on with grown up jobs now…boring!

What Could Go Wrong?!

What Could Go Wrong?!

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Who doesn’t love a chocolate croissant??  What better indulgence for a mid-morning Friday snack!  And when you give them to two toddlers on a cream carpet…what could go wrong?!

We adults sat at the table, frantically catching crumbs and trying not to waste any whilst questioning the wisdom of our decisions to put toddlers on the floor.

The aftermath was chocolatey and crumbly! The t-shirt may never be the same again, the baby wipes were out in force, and even the vacuum made an appearance.

But the best bit???  Little Bear only ate 1/4 and then asked for an apple…come on boy, recognise a treat when you get one!

Is He Taking The P***

Is He Taking The P***

It’s been noted by myself and my husband that Little Bear seems to have developed the knack of “taking the piss”.

For instance, if he says or does something impressively cute we must, quite frequently say, “Bless him”, because now he will also say this when playing but whilst using the most sarcastic voice I have ever heard from a 2 year old!  He screws up his nose as well, just for added effect.

And today, over lunch, we were talking about his swimming lesson.  I was telling him how good he was, how much he had kicked, and jumped in by himself, and he just looked at me and said, “No mummy, I was lost, I was scared, but a story led me home again”…errrr, excuse me but I was just praising your efforts and your response is to quote Tiddler at me is it?? Thanks Julia Donaldson!

He’s developing such a character, and it’s lovely to see him starting to understand humour…but does it have to be at my expense?!