Family Day

Family Day

Yesterday we had one those rare days where it was just the three of us together all day.  We gave Little Bear the choice of what to do but after he said “just stay at home” we took the situation into our own hands!

After a lovely breakfast we did his latest magazine and checked the growth of our caterpillars (we’ve got one of those “grow your own butterfly” kits) before getting dressed and heading out.

We visited a local nature reserve, Woods Mill, and it was brilliant.  Little Bear had a map and a stick – he was in his element! We spotted dragonflies, beetles, worms, and pond skaters, and a butterfly even landed on Little Bear’s chin.


We spent the afternoon at home, checking in with the caterpillars at regular intervals!  We made a Pirate Cove and had some swashbuckling pirate adventures, then Little Bear helped to cut the vegetables for dinner.


It wasn’t a particularly exciting day, nothing particularly funny happened, but it was pretty close to perfect.  Everyone liked each other, everyone was happy, and everyone got lots of cuddles – it was one of those days you dream of having but seldom achieve!

“It’s too High”

“It’s too High”

Last week was half term for us and we started it off with a visit to the funfair.  Little Bear picked out a huge inflatable slide that he wanted to go on so off he went clambering up the steps, sliding down, and then clambering back up.  Except, the second time didn’t end in a slide.  It ended in him looking terrified, refusing to sit down, and me being convinced that the reason was he had done a poo in his pants.  Our encouragement/frustration didn’t help and he had to be rescued by the attendant.  There was no poo, just a bit of vertigo – he’s inheriting all the good things from daddy, thanks for that!  After that drama we continued, as good Brits do, to explore in the rain thankfully without further incident.

Gymnastics was still running so we went along as usual, as did several older siblings.  They decided it would be a great idea to announce they would put their stamps on their forehead…


Thanks for that!

The rest of our week continued as normal with park visits and seeing friends, and then we ended the way we began, Donkey Derby and a funfair. 

After the slide debacle the week before we tentatively suggested he tried a smaller one.  It was an exact repeat of last time – one fun slide followed by one embarrassing rescue! Come on Little Bear, don’t be defeated!

“Where’s the spider gone?”

“Where’s the spider gone?”

Sitting in the sunshine yesterday afternoon Little Bear and I suddenly realised that we were not alone.

We were having a very calm game of catch, which was going better than it should, when inevitably one of us dropped the ball and it went rolling away.  Little Bear went to retrieve it and spotted our rather large eight legged lodger, I saw it too and had to pretend all was fine as it scuttled away carrying a dinner plate on his shoulder.

Well that was it.  Little Bear was no longer very keen on walking past that particular spot and must have asked me every 2 minutes where the spider had gone.  And there was me, false happiness, explaining that it had run away under the decking because it was far more scared of us than we were of him…yeah right!

What is it about spiders that make us so nervous?  The little ones are fine, and actually, big hairy ones are ok(ish), but the ones with long black muscly legs that lurk in corners…keep them away!

The Volume Has Broken

The Volume Has Broken

Is it just a fact that the volume control of a three year old is non-existent?  Or am I just lucky to be experiencing such deafening bouts of play?

Since turning three I’m fairly sure that Little Bear has become much more animated and, let’s put this politely, passionate about his play.  There are lots of ninjas, super villains, and baddies, and to counter them are goodies armed with lightsabres and super-batman (my personal favourite) with his ability to knock down anyone in his path – both literally and metaphorically.

And with these characters comes “The Voice”.  “The Voice” is a snarl, a growl, and gritted teeth, and it’s all played out at cinematic volumes. Quite frankly, it’s a little disconcerting, and nearly impossible to understand at times.

Where did the quiet child who would use squeaky voices in play go?  Where did the child who would sit quietly and build go? And where oh where did my earplugs go?!?!

In truth, I know where that little boy is.  He’s still here.  He’s still shining through most of the day.  I know that this new form of play is just him expressing himself and modelling what he sees elsewhere.  And I know that, in reality, we only lose the volume control for small portions of the day.  But those are the times that stick aren’t they?

You forget the hour you spent together quietly building with lego before pre-school, you forget the unprompted “thank yous”, the unasked for kisses, the intelligent and witty comments.  You forget that he’s just a three old, doing three year old things, at three year old volumes.

Little Bear, I’m sorry I get cross with your loud and passionate play.  I’m sorry that I forget the amazing things you do. And I’m sorry neighbours, the sound proofing is on order!

They say the sweetest things

They say the sweetest things

Every morning, much like many families I guess, we say goodbye to daddy.  He has a kiss and cuddle from each of us, and generally we tell each other “I love you”, “Have a good day”, “Enjoy playgroup/swimming/gymnastics”, and other such relevant niceties.

This morning, Little Bear took all that up a notch in his happy little sing song voice…

“Love you daddy, I hope you don’t die!”

Oh, ummm, no plans to today darling so I’ll try my best!  

Post-Disney Blues

Post-Disney Blues

After months of waiting it’s now over.  We’ve had a magical few days in Disneyland and no words or pictures can come close to describing the awe and amazement on Little Bear’s face from the moment we arrived.

Just shy of his third birthday it was a perfect time to take him.  He has some established favourites – Toy Story and Peter Pan – and was keen to meet other characters and try out all the rides as well.  He waited patiently in queues and for the parade, and powered through until 10pm to watch the fireworks on our last night.

We returned home with some amazing memories, half the toys in every shop, and sad faces.


Little Bear proclaimed he wanted “to stay at Disneyland forever!”  And with that not being an option, he settled for clinging to all his new Toy Story toys and wallowing in post-Disney blues – I feel it too darling boy!  Take us back!

“I love those ponies”

“I love those ponies”

5 minutes after finishing a treat from Nanny and Grandad, Little Bear uttered from the back of the car, “I love those ponies”.

As we were driving down a main road, no where near fields, we both questioned, “What ponies?!”

Little Bear – “The pony that I just had from Nanny”

Me – “Do you mean the hippo?”

LB – “Yes, the hippo.  That’s exactly what I just said!”

Me (under my breath so I don’t start a war but because I can’t stay silent) – “Well you definitely didn’t.”

Earlier in the day we had another great Little Bear moment as he told us about his dream.  It was quite long and convoluted but he had us in giggles…here’s the highlight:

LB – “So I drove in a car”

Daddy – “What, on your own?”

LB – “Of course! But it was soooo annoying because they made me pay for two tickets…”

Me – “Why did they do that?”

LB – “Because…I was dressed as an elephant!!

I mean, where does he get this stuff from? At the 4am ghost dream was replaced by something happier 👻