“We’ll buy you a toothbrush tomorrow”

“We’ll buy you a toothbrush tomorrow”

I said these words to Little Bear on Sunday evening when the battery started to go on his Minions toothbrush mid clean.  And here it is, Friday, and I’ve said those words every day since Sunday.  Surely today is the day I can achieve this small task??

It’s just been one of those weeks where an hour at the park has turned into 3 or 4 lazy hazy hours with friends, where the rain has tumbled down and we’ve busied ourselves with Hama beads, where a 30 minute swimming lesson has turned into a day trip.  And so the toothbrush has been sidelined.

Twice a day I’ve cursed myself for this oversight.  No one enjoys brushing their teeth with an electric toothbrush that has no battery, least of all Little Bear, especially when it’s couple with “the world’s yuckiest toothpaste”.

So today we have very few plans and my sole objective, the only thing on the list, in big bold letters, is to Buy a toothbrush!  Surely I can’t fail.

I Bought a Bag

I Bought a Bag

I know, I know, it’s not exactly earth shattering news…except, it kind of is!  Aside from changing bags, children’s rucksacks, suitcases, and the odd clutch, I haven’t bought myself a new handbag for years.

You know how it goes, baby comes along so you buy a fancy changing bag with more pouches and pockets than a…a thing with lots of pouches and pockets, and this becomes your life bag since, well, you aren’t going anywhere without baby for a while are you?  Then the bottles stopped, I needed less baby crap, and I went back to my old faithful favourite bag…which ultimately ended up resembling a thin strip of material useful for nothing!

Clutch bags arrived in their plenty for nights out – more bags than nights if truth be told, and I usually use the same one.  A rucksack arrived for spare clothes when potty training started.  And I remained big bagless.

So this week I took the plunge and bought myself a nice big bag.  The type that you can loose stuff in for years on end, that you only remember about when it goes through an airport scanner and you play “guess the object”, stuff that comes out covered in fluff of a colour you’ve never owned.

And yet, I’m finding my bag laying empty.  I shove my purse in Little Bear’s rucksack, I’m not going to take two bags out with me.  And when I do use it, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hoard in the old way…or perhaps that’s wishful thinking, it will probably be bursting at the seams by Christmas.

But here is my point, yes there is one I promise, my point is that two and a half years into motherhood, I feel ready to own my own bag again.  Preschool and football are giving me time to myself in a way I’ve not had for a while, he needs less and less stuff, and…here’s the big one, I’m going away for a weekend soon without Little Bear (🎺🤗) and pockets/clutch bags just won’t cut it for that!


“Do I Look Like Bob?”

“Do I Look Like Bob?”

On Saturday Little Bear was in cute but crazy mode, and came out with some great comments.

The stand out one for me was when he compared himself to my mum’s dog, a West Highland Terrier.  We were in the car and Little Bear had his legs stretched out, he looked at his feet and said, “Do I look like Bob?”

As all loving parents do, we just laughed, wondering where on earth this was heading.  Little Bear then explained, “Because my feet are white like Bob’s are.”  Aah yes, white Converse high tops and white dog paws, I see the similarity now!  

Spot the Difference!

Good observation Little Bear!

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
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Ikea

Ikea

For once, this is a non-mummy post…although half of my shopping was for the little bear!

I went to Ikea with my mother-in-law yesterday with the intention of buying flannels for little bear, cupboard liner, and food bags.  I came home with so so so much more!!!

We walked in and they had children’s Christmas wrap just waiting to be picked up, so I obliged…2 rolls? Maybe 3, just in case.  And then the kitchen section – napkins, saucepans, storage containers…starting to wish I had a trolley at this point.  Ooooh, what’s over there?  A carrier bag dispenser? Only £1.50!  Must have one of them, the cupboard is full of them so it’s a good purchase…

On we went, through the children’s section…flannels, bibs, ooooh new toys!!! No, don’t need them…oh okay, just the till, he’ll love the buttons.

Ooooh, magnets! Forgot I needed them…

Food bags, brilliant…a box of each size please…

The Christmas shop!  Hooray! Lets get some lights, and ribbon, and string, tags, more wrap!!!

By the time we reached the till and had scooped up the obligitary purchase of Daim bars I needed a lie down!  What is it about Ikea that turns everyone into a crazed impulse shopper?!  It’s the only shop I go into and then come out with so much more than I intended to.  But then again, I always use it all so I must have needed it…right?!

The Day Dreaming Mummy
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