Man! Where’s my car?
“Mumble, mumble, mumble…what the hell was I saying?” I thought. “What day is it today? And, does anybody know what I’ve done with my car?” Another event today made me realise that even three years after giving birth, I still have ‘mother’s brain’. Why is it that I can go from being...
Indoor play centres: Love them or hate them?
Groggy and hung over from lack of sleep I trundled into the local indoor play centre this morning to meet a friend and let the kids be wild for a few hours. Plonking down on the nearest table that hadn’t been taken over by handbags, I took our shoes off and in HORROR looked at my feet. I could not believe that in my...
How to stop the terrible two’s: A strategy t...
How to stop the terrible two’s: A strategy that works! Is your toddler refusing to get dressed or refusing to leave somewhere when you want them to? Are you struggling to get them into the car or out of the car? What about their eating habits have they suddenly decided that eating is not on their agenda, even their favourite...
Knowledge
A person soon learns how little he knows when a child begins to ask questions.
– Richard L. Evans
Permanent!
I have been in love with David Cook’s new song Permanent for two months now. I play it over and over whenever I get the chance. Pickles hears it on my iPhone and always comes running. She loves it too.
The song reminds me of Pickles. Listen to the lyrics and you will understand how captivating it is. Permanent. It’s in the title. Our baby’s are permanently ours. Our little gifts of gold that will never lose their shine no matter what muddy water we travel through.
Read MoreRepeating actions: Pickles first intentional attention seeking.
“Ahhhhhhhh” I heard coming from under my feet. Looking down I noticed Pickles little leg had slid under the toy box. It wasn’t hurting but her little squeal was from feeling very unsure about having her leg stuck. ‘How do I get my leg out’ was the look in her big blue eyes peering up at me.
“Oh sweety are you OK” I started as I leant down to pull her leg out. She looked down at her leg as I slid it out from under the box and lifted her up for a consoling cuddle. She immediately pulled herself out of my grip. As much as I love cuddles all the time and probably give her way too many, Pickles is Miss Independent rolled with a bit of Miss Tough and Miss Adventurous, so they generally don’t last long or if at all when she has other things on her mind.
Read MoreGenerations of expectation: Do maternal instincts really exist?
I have sat in front of the pc trying to write this post for ages now. I have started, deleted, started, deleted and am starting again.
You see, it’s really personal.
My truth is I did fall in love with Pickles at the first touch of her skin on my body. It was love at first sight. Blood soaked and just seconds old we were bound by an eternal link only mother and child would ever understand. However in the following weeks exhaustion took over and that ‘instinctual motherly skillset’ that every woman is apparently born with, didn’t appear.
Read MoreP.J’s, Wellies and a Raincoat
My rant for the day…
With so many different clothing brands for kids on the market these days, you would think somebody would get it right. Since Pickles was born I have had such trouble finding clothes that fit her. Come to think about it, I don’t think I’ve purchased many clothes that fit her properly.
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