Category Archives: Parenting

Valentine’s Notebook

Valentine's Notebook

 

We had a little crafting session this week. As Valentine’s Day is fast approaching we used the theme of hearts to inspire us.   We bought some notebooks from Tiger. At £1 for 3 it was a bargain. We used a pencil with a rubber on the end as our printing tool. We mixed a number of different shades of pink. And we were off.

Valentine's Notebook 1

A sweet notebook to offer to your loved ones or a place to write love notes.

Have a fun Valentine’s

naomi x

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Valentine’s Notebook

Valentine's Notebook

We had a little crafting session this week. As Valentine’s Day is fast approaching we used the theme of hearts to inspire us.   We bought some notebooks from Tiger. At £1 for 3 it was a bargain. We used a pencil with a rubber on the end as our printing tool. We mixed a number of different shades of pink. And we were off.

 

Valentine's Notebook 1

 

A sweet notebook to offer to your loved ones or a place to write love notes.

 

Have a fun Valentine’s

naomi x

Father’s Day Art

canvas drawing1

In celebration of Father’s Day this year the Minou set about capturing the thing she most likes doing with her papa – “going to the park”. Who doesn’t love those round-bodied people with wonky smiles. She took delight in drawing one for her papa and one for her grandpapa.

canvas drawing 2

There was a Range near us (think Ikea without the stress) so we wandered around the shop until we found the perfect sized flat canvas and little frame. I think the canvas gives an extra dimension that makes it look worthy of art gallery presentation, smudged ink and all.

Canvas drawing 3

Have a lovely weekend

naomi x

Chatter, Chatter, Chatter, All. Day. Long.

I really had no idea how talkative a 3 year old could be. Until now. My daughter literally doesn’t stop talking from the minute she wakes up:

Her: I just saw a little yellow light from my window. What was it? Come and have a look!

Me: I woke up 10 seconds ago. I’m going to need 5 minutes before I investigate any yellow lights.

Over breakfast:

Her: what are flowers made of? Can I have two breakfasts today? Why haven’t we got any brioche? What are you doing? Can I have my vitamins? I don’t want water I want milk! I didn’t want water! Mama why did you give me water? Can I have porridge first and then bran flakes? No I want bran flakes with no milk. Oh, you’re having toast. I want toast (not the porridge you’ve just made)
And we’ve only been in the kitchen 5 minutes. Phew.

Leaving the house:

Her: Can I take (enter number) (enter items) with me?

Me: Yes, but you’ll need to hurry and pop them in a bag

Her: Why do I need a bag?

Me: because my hands are full and you can’t carry 17 Sylvanian Families in your two hands. We’re 10 minutes late, hurry!

Her: Okay, I’ll get the red bag. Where is the bag mama? Can you get it for me? Where are we going? Can I take the party balloon and bouncy ball too? Can I open the car mama? (continue x110)

Me: Arghhhh! We’re late! The bag is in your room. I can’t get it as my hands are full and the front door is open. Yes, you can take the ball. Leave the balloon here and no you can’t open the door today its raining like a monsoon season.

Her: what’s a monsoon?

Chatter, Chatter, Chatter

Even when we’re doing separate things her commentary and questions still flow. Some days I find the constant chatter draining. Answering question after question. Some days our interactions flow and I enjoy the prompts and inquisitiveness.

Other days I need more moments of quietness and silence. Is it linked to days where we seem to have too many schedules and appointments to keep to? Today we’ve been swimming, seen the dentist, done the food shopping and we’re off out again in 5 minutes and it’s only 2:30. That would seriously tip the most robust person over the edge.

I’m awful at going to bed early. I mean really awful. There’s being a night owl and then there’s me. 11pm is early. Midnight is normal. 1am is too frequent. I just need ‘me’ time and once housework is done (never thorough enough), dinner is made, eaten and admin taken care of (just too boring for words), I need a good couple of hours to zone into ‘my space’. However, I’m not good on little sleep. Bad combo.

How do you get into that good head space? Prayer/meditation time before sleep? (Not frequent enough). Scheduled cup of tea and sit down every day? (Not routinely). More sleep? (Probably). A check-in and chatter with friends? (Necessary).
I need to find a way to zone into a positive, stress-free place, mid thousandth question. This parenting business is tough.

Nights like tonight when she’s trying to explain her dreams are so precious I want to soak it all up and I wonder why it can feel so difficult sometimes.

But there are days when I want need a “duvet day”. Or I want to enjoy reading my magazine without being launched at, with full speed velocity. Or I want to walk downstairs without giving back carries or dealing with the wailing if the answer is no. Some days I want quiet, peace and my own space feels precious. I have learnt so much patience over the 3 years and yet there are days I wonder if I have any patience left in me.

The days when I get cross and use that tone of voice that leaves a bad taste in your mouth. The days where ‘treats’ aka cbeebies and biscuits really are my treats as I need to recharge my sanity and all those ‘fruits of the spirit’. The days when I feel that everything that comes out of my mouth is a command or a “hurry up!” The days when I don’t feel like the ‘best mama’ I dreamt of being. I feel a million miles away from it.

But overall, its okay. Those days are those days. I’m learning to give myself my own ‘timeout’. Learning to give myself a virtual pat on the back on the worst days because there is always a gem hidden in there somewhere. Learning that this is parenting. Learning that it doesn’t get easier, there’s always another challenge but somehow I think I’m getting better at managing.

I’ll leave you with the exchange we’ve just had:

Her: rabbit soap, rabbit soap, rabbit soap! Everytime you go in the bathroom do you say that? Mama, do you say that? Rabbit soap, rabbit soap, rabbit soap

Me: no…?…

Her: why not?! Why don’t you say rabbit soap?

Me: ummm, because I don’t…look lets put Cbeebies on for 5 minutes!

naomi x

Exploring Bath Caves and Discovering Glowing Bounty

Being an Explorer is a full time play career. No cave, lagoon or bath tub should be left undiscovered. Plus all Explorers need to practice their numerous abilities: opening locks; eating blueberries in sonic speed and deep sea glow stick diving.

Bird Decoration Key

So to enchant and exercise your little Explorer’s skills try the wondrous bath cave.
To join us you’ll need:

– a bath

– glow sticks (optional)

– bath dryer rack

– towels

– an adventurous spirit

Bath Cave Fun 1

If you cover your bath rack with lots of towels it will be dark enough inside your cave to have the bathroom light on and still see your glow sticks glow  – bonus.

Bath Cave Fun

We went exploring and deep sea diving together to find glowing treasure at the bottom of the lagoon. My little Explorer insisted we actually dive under the water to retrieve the bounty. She ran a tight ship. Her exploration involved hunting under water for treasure of a particular colour whilst pretending to be a baby. I admit at times I was confused and if I forgot the baby voice my finds were deemed unfit for the ship. It was certainly great for encouraging her ‘head under water’ confidence and umm well, my skills in keeping my contact lenses in place whilst trying to locate the blue glow sticks.

If you want to stay dry and leave the exploring to your littlie just keep an extra eye on their expedition in the cave as their imagination may be greater than their skills.

Have fun Explorers!

p.s Here is our first glow stick bath

p.p.s remember to tell your littlie not to snap or bend the glow sticks as you don’t want fluorescence children at the end of bathtime. Glowing in the dark children can never be a good thing when its bed time.

naomi x