The Fear Was Real

The Fear Was Real

Having a child makes you accustomed to hearing strange noises – a dinosaur roaring in the middle of the night, breadsticks tumbling to the floor, milk splashing perilously close to the television.  But some sounds still make you sit up, pause the television, and scramble to your child’s bedroom.

The other night we had one of these moments.  The noise Little Bear made was like nothing I have ever heard from him.  As I fell into his bedroom he was sat up on his pillow pointing down the bed telling me there were spiders.

The rational me clicked that this was just a dream, but a larger part of me wanted to emit the same terrifying noise that Little Bear had used!  Tentatively, but feigning confidence, I pulled the duvet around and reassured him that there were no spiders, that it was a dream, and that he should go back to sleep.

 Gripping tight to his favourite teddy, Teddington, he cautiously lay back down and settled back into far happier dreams.

The spiders may not have been real, but the fear was…for both of us. 🕷

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We Survived!

We Survived!

The summer holidays are over and we survived it!  I had my doubts 10 days in but by week 3 we had found a happy balance, and from then on the holidays flowed quite smoothly.

I found that the recipe to success was just letting go a bit, and just relaxing more.  It’s not always that easy but it’s worth it!

I have learnt that you really have to pick your battles.  Does it really matter if he has a snack an hour after breakfast?  Does it matter if he watches a bit more television than I like when outside is wet and miserable?  Does it matter if he walks around a shop not holding my hand? Actually, this one makes it much easier and actually made him happier in Next.  He actually reigns himself in very well when I let him loose! Does it matter if he’s naked at three o’clock in the afternoon??

For Little Bear, he’s learnt to occupy himself a bit more (mainly with Lego), he’s learnt to write more letters, draw people, rhyme words.  He’s learnt to get up by himself for a wee at 6 o’clock without calling out to me – although he’s far from quiet so it doesn’t really change much.  But arguably the most important thing is that he’s learnt most of the words to “Let it Go” and pretty much every song from “Moana”.

And today he went back to playgroup.  He was disappointed it wasn’t school but happy to back nonetheless.  He ran nearly the whole way, had big smiles for his teachers, and settled in as if we’ve never been away!

Our final year before school has officially begun!

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!

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!

Little Kingdom Takeover

Little Kingdom Takeover

So considering we haven’t watched Ben and Holly’s Little Kingdom since around August time, I was a little shocked when Little Bear proclaimed that he wanted to make King Thistle when I got the art box out.

I skirted around the issue letting him just make anything to start with but he became pretty insistent that he wanted King Thistle…


And then Ben and Holly…


And not forgetting Gaston…


And to top it all off, the bloody Little Castle…


I don’t mind arts and crafts, I’m not a mum that cowers away from glitter (though I completely understand why people do…they have their sanity in tack), and I think I can give most things a go, albeit with limited success, but this afternoon really is not one I need to repeat!  I’m just grateful I didn’t have to help him make all 6 Paw Patrol dogs…still, there’s always next time I suppose.

If anyone needs me I’ll be scrubbing glitter glue off every surface for the rest of the day 🙈

“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!

Holiday: Day 1

Holiday: Day 1

Today was our first full day in Spain and Little Bear was incredible.

The complex we are staying on has 5 pools, one of which only comes just past his knees and he confidently swims and jumps around in this.  Some people may think that holidays with a 2 year old can’t be relaxing but we have both found today to be just that.  Little Bear has played independently and with us as he discovered his new environment; I just think it’s down to the toys you bring with you as to how relaxed you are then able to be.

He seems to have slipped back into the pattern of napping, which works perfectly for us, and also allows us to keep him up a little later than usual.  Tonight we popped up to a local bar and had a couple of drinks whilst he enjoyed an ice cream and played with his dinosaurs.  He always makes me so proud when we go out, he is such a good boy and makes it easy to relax.

Tomorrow, we have promised him we will go to the beach, and who can refuse this face…