What a Day!

What a Day!

Today is a big day for Little Bear.  I’ve got some real treats lined up for him…

Pre-school jabs and the dentist.  I know, I know, I’m too kind to him aren’t I?  We also have to miss swimming because of the dentist so there’s another black mark against today.

The last round of vaccinations were a couple of years ago.  He doesn’t remember them but I do, and it was fairly traumatic for all involved.  And this time he knows what is happening to him so he’s reluctant from the start – he tried to hide behind the footstool this morning.  Wish me luck!

The dentist has always been quite an easy one so fingers crossed that goes ok.  Although it’s a new one today, and that makes me nervous. I’ll just make him go first I think!

But there is a silver lining to the day.  We are rounding off our Tuesday with a birthday party for one of his friends who has started school.  He is incredibly excited about it so hopefully that will get us through the day!

Happy Tuesday everyone 😱😱

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What a Day!

What a Day!

Today is a big day for Little Bear.  I’ve got some real treats lined up for him…

Pre-school jabs and the dentist.  I know, I know, I’m too kind to him aren’t I?  We also have to miss swimming because of the dentist so there’s another black mark against today.

The last round of vaccinations were a couple of years ago.  He doesn’t remember them but I do, and it was fairly traumatic for all involved.  And this time he knows what is happening to him so he’s reluctant from the start – he tried to hide behind the footstool this morning.  Wish me luck!

The dentist has always been quite an easy one so fingers crossed that goes ok.  Although it’s a new one today, and that makes me nervous. I’ll just make him go first I think!

But there is a silver lining to the day.  We are rounding off our Tuesday with a birthday party for one of his friends who has started school.  He is incredibly excited about it so hopefully that will get us through the day!

Happy Tuesday everyone 😱😱

Back to Work!

Back to Work!

Yesterday I had my first real day at work since April 2014, and it was good to be doing something different.

When I told Little Bear I would be working he found it hilarious.  Every time I mentioned it he laughed and said, “that’s funny!”…well there’s something to fill you with confidence.

Turns out though that he didn’t find it that funny at all.  When we sat down for dinner, prawn risotto (one of his favourites), he cried and sat on the sofa saying he didn’t want to eat anything.  After a cuddle and daddy pretending to eat his prawns he was giggling and sat back at the table.  We asked him if he was ok and that’s when the truth came out.  He was worried that me going to work would be the same as daddy going to work – all day, every day, Monday to Friday.

I reassured him that only Monday afternoons would change for him, that I would be doing all the other playgroup drops offs and pick ups, that we would still have our special Friday lunches out.  It must be strange for him, a big change, but it will benefit us all.

For me?  It was strange not being the one to take him to gymnastics, strange not being the one to pick him up from playgroup.  But, it was nice getting home just after 4 o’clock and sitting together doing a magazine and then making dinner together, rather than him craving the television and me begging for a bit of peace!

Welcome to our new routine!

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!

Kim’s Game

Kim’s Game

Today marked the beginning of the second week of the summer holidays and the sun decided to shine – thankfully!

After a morning at the park catching up with family I treated Little Bear to an ice cream before heading home.  On the way back he wanted to buy a magazine and chose one with a Police Kit on the front – badge, phone, keys, notebook.  Very fitting as he had just labelled himself a detective for finding his cousin’s lost car.

After completing the magazine, and playing Police and Robber (apparently I had stolen the jewels and had to get locked in his bedroom) he set out all his new toys on the floor then ran off.  As he was away I hid one of the objects.  On his return he loved trying to guess what had moved.

Suddenly I remembered Kim’s Game and asked him to find a couple more objects.  With seven items out we each took turns removing an object and getting the other to guess what was missing.  Then we upped the challenge and removed 2/3/4 items at a time.

Little Bear thought it was brilliant fun, and itvmade him feel like even more of a detective.  At the same time he was unwittingly practising his memory skills, his counting (how many missing?), and his letters (“I’m stuck mummy, what does it begin with?”).  We probably played for nearly 20 minutes before he started to lose interest.  It’s definitely something I’ll be doing with him again and hopefully it will help to channel some of that mental energy he’s building up!

“You have cracks”

“You have cracks”

Last weekend Little Bear sat on my lap to put on his shoes.  In doing so he leant back, I leant forward and we cracked heads.  He’s clearly tougher than me, he just carried on whilst I clutched my head a bit back the tears.

Later that day I asked him about a bruise on his elbow.  One of many he as recently collected.  I then asked him if I had a bruise on my head from the head clash.

The response was perfect preschooler.

“No mummy, but you have cracks on your forehead.”

Oh.  Right.  Great.  I’ll just go and buy some polyfiller for them shall I?!

“Mummy, what rhymes with…”

“Mummy, what rhymes with…”

Little Bear loves to tell me words that rhyme and coming home from the park this afternoon he was in full flow.

“Mummy, park rhymes with shark, and ark, and bark, and…mummy, what rhymes with luck?”

Why was “fuck” the only word I could think of?!  I know there are loads of others, I’ve got them all in my head now, but in that instant I had to give radio silence and try to move the topic on to safer territory…

“Lovely weather today isn’t it darling?”

 God, I’m so British!