Oh the joys of watching England's world cup semi final with an inquisitive 8-year-old!
1.
Aim - to sit still on the sofa. Achievement level = Zero!
2.
Aim - to sit quietly for a while. Achievement level = Zero!
3.
Aim - to not block the view of the TV. Achievement level = Zero!
4.
Level of intelligent conversation = well if you've read my Facebook post from last night regarding the 'tinned Phil' then say no more!
5.
My level of tolerance for Little Miss Inquisitives questioning = Zero! Tolerance level finally reached zero with the question 'Mummy, what are buttocks!'
Anyway, England you did us proud and in 4 years time, when 8-year-old is 12, and nearly 5-year-old is nearly 9 and I'm at an age where if Little Miss 8-year-old carries on, I won't make it to, I'm sure you'll bring the trophy home!
xx
Thursday, 12 July 2018
Tuesday, 10 July 2018
Building bears
Some people walk into the office and have a meaningful conversation about their weekend and what they want to achieve in life. I get asked 'so, how was Build a Bear!' How exciting is my life eh!!
As it happens, the Build a Bear trip for 8-year-old's birthday actually went very well and she, along with her school friend, both chose bears that were in the sale - bargain - happy Mummy!
They both also enjoyed a Pizza Hut lunch and being 'girls about town' with their kiddie hot chocolates in takeaway Costa cups!
And Mummy's decided that the day out is the way to go instead of a big childs party for slightly older children's birthdays.
So I think we are 'building bears' in many ways at the moment, slowly adding all the components, making memories and finding the perfect fit, not just for a bear, but for a good life balance.
*This post wasn't meant to be that meaningful when I started writing it!!*
Xx
Tuesday, 3 July 2018
Bobby the Bumblebee
Oh dear God help me!
This is the phrase that goes through every parent's mind when they see their child charging towards them from the school gate, clutching (whilst grinning from ear to ear) the class mascot!
The endless photo taking all weekend, filling in the diary and how to outdo what the family the weekend before wrote! And for God's sake don't lose the flipping bee!
So, this is the truth, it's what I would have loved to write in the diary! (From the bee's perspective of course!)
On Friday night I was chucked on the sofa and ignored for hours. I witnessed strops over dinner, colouring pens and pyjamas!
At bed time another strop ensued because apparently 4-year-old wasn't tired. After being bribed to go to bed, he eventually comes back downstairs and remembers me! I sit quietly and listen to 4-year-olds favourite bed time stories. I dont think his mummy was as impressed as me at the book choices as she's read these stories every night for weeks!
The next day I'm barely thought of, and spend the day in Mummy's handbag, with the exception of the odd photo shoot!
On the final day, again it's Mummy's handbag for the day with considerably less photo taking as by now, not only 4-year-old, but Mummy and Daddy too, are fed up with this game!
Finally on Monday morning I am shoved back in my own bag, and handed back to the class teacher, where I am instantly forgotten by this child! I can't wait for Friday afternoon, when I get to do it all again with another 4-year-old!
Oh Happy days!
xx
This is the phrase that goes through every parent's mind when they see their child charging towards them from the school gate, clutching (whilst grinning from ear to ear) the class mascot!
The endless photo taking all weekend, filling in the diary and how to outdo what the family the weekend before wrote! And for God's sake don't lose the flipping bee!
So, this is the truth, it's what I would have loved to write in the diary! (From the bee's perspective of course!)
On Friday night I was chucked on the sofa and ignored for hours. I witnessed strops over dinner, colouring pens and pyjamas!
At bed time another strop ensued because apparently 4-year-old wasn't tired. After being bribed to go to bed, he eventually comes back downstairs and remembers me! I sit quietly and listen to 4-year-olds favourite bed time stories. I dont think his mummy was as impressed as me at the book choices as she's read these stories every night for weeks!
The next day I'm barely thought of, and spend the day in Mummy's handbag, with the exception of the odd photo shoot!
On the final day, again it's Mummy's handbag for the day with considerably less photo taking as by now, not only 4-year-old, but Mummy and Daddy too, are fed up with this game!
Finally on Monday morning I am shoved back in my own bag, and handed back to the class teacher, where I am instantly forgotten by this child! I can't wait for Friday afternoon, when I get to do it all again with another 4-year-old!
Oh Happy days!
xx
Tuesday, 26 June 2018
The new 8-year-old
So 7-year-old is now 8-year-old.
How did this happen! How did the young baby who was once photographed licking my parent's patio doors turn into an 8-year-old in the blink of an eye! (As a note, she no longer licks patio doors!)
Honestly, you have a baby (babies) and you drag yourself through the baby stage of sleepless nights, 3 hourly feedings, 5 minutely nappy changes. Into watching them learn to crawl, walk, talk. Start nursery and school. Then the next minute they're 8, about to finish year 3 of school, and sometimes I don't always feel there's much I can teach her.
She corrects me on grammar and times tables. If writing something she'll twist sentences around to make them sound better (and I'm the one that apparently wrote my own book!!)
Each phase of parenting passes in a flash. You'll always think the stage you're at now is the hardest. Time and circumstances move on and each day you wonder why you worried about all the stuff that's gone, and each day presents you with new challenges you never dreamt of!
I look at my friends with older children and think 'oh God how will I cope with that in the future!' Then I look at my friends with younger children and am partly glad I've gone past the baby stage, whilst also enjoying holding a light weight 'lap sized' child for 5 minutes!
So here we go, the year of the 8-year-old has begun!
Xxx8xxx
How did this happen! How did the young baby who was once photographed licking my parent's patio doors turn into an 8-year-old in the blink of an eye! (As a note, she no longer licks patio doors!)
Honestly, you have a baby (babies) and you drag yourself through the baby stage of sleepless nights, 3 hourly feedings, 5 minutely nappy changes. Into watching them learn to crawl, walk, talk. Start nursery and school. Then the next minute they're 8, about to finish year 3 of school, and sometimes I don't always feel there's much I can teach her.
She corrects me on grammar and times tables. If writing something she'll twist sentences around to make them sound better (and I'm the one that apparently wrote my own book!!)
Each phase of parenting passes in a flash. You'll always think the stage you're at now is the hardest. Time and circumstances move on and each day you wonder why you worried about all the stuff that's gone, and each day presents you with new challenges you never dreamt of!
I look at my friends with older children and think 'oh God how will I cope with that in the future!' Then I look at my friends with younger children and am partly glad I've gone past the baby stage, whilst also enjoying holding a light weight 'lap sized' child for 5 minutes!
So here we go, the year of the 8-year-old has begun!
Xxx8xxx
Tuesday, 19 June 2018
A week in the life of.......
Well what can I say? This week, for clarification that is within the next 7 days, there is
2x sports days
1x school trip
2.5 extra work hours on a different day to normal
1x day trip out (not for me)
1x hair cut
X1 afternoon at my parents' house
1x collection of a few cup cakes
1x 7-year-old turning into an 8-year-old
And my book (both paperback and kindle edition) being reduced in price for 1 week! Got to get the advertising in wherever possible! Have a look now at
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Maternal-Instincts-Laugh-Might-Diary/dp/1521942366/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1529347668&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_FMwebp_QL65&keywords=maternal+instincts+by+caroline+richardson&dpPl=1&dpID=41BMzxHP93L&ref=plSrch
Anyway, it's just one week but let's see how much we can cram in! I prescribe caffeine and/or wine!
Good luck everyone!! 😀
2x sports days
1x school trip
2.5 extra work hours on a different day to normal
1x day trip out (not for me)
1x hair cut
X1 afternoon at my parents' house
1x collection of a few cup cakes
1x 7-year-old turning into an 8-year-old
And my book (both paperback and kindle edition) being reduced in price for 1 week! Got to get the advertising in wherever possible! Have a look now at
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Maternal-Instincts-Laugh-Might-Diary/dp/1521942366/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1529347668&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_FMwebp_QL65&keywords=maternal+instincts+by+caroline+richardson&dpPl=1&dpID=41BMzxHP93L&ref=plSrch
Anyway, it's just one week but let's see how much we can cram in! I prescribe caffeine and/or wine!
Good luck everyone!! 😀
Tuesday, 12 June 2018
Being Me
They say before you judge anyone you should imagine walking in their shoes, because everyone's fighting a battle you know nothing about.
If you've ever heard of, or wondered what skin atrophy looks like, this is it.
This is my left arm last week.
Skin atrophy is the thining of the skin due to prolonged use of hydrocortisone or steroid creams.
It means I only have to breathe in the direction of a door or wall or something I may possibly knock into, and I have a bruise.
It means I invested in a cold shoulder top just to try and hide a couple of bruises.
It means I tan easily, which may sound an advantage, but I'd probably tan in December if I wore short sleeves and the sun made a brief appearance!
The cure, not much really. Yes I don't use the hydrocortisone as much now, but if I want my skin to look normal, even if only for 5 minutes before I breathe in the direction of a door handle! Then some use of it is necessary.
So I will be wearing my short sleeved and sleeveless tops this summer and I will have marks on my arms that make me look like I've been beaten up! But please know, that my skin is actually better than it's ever been these days. That's partly hydrocortisone, partly circumstances.
Much love xx
If you've ever heard of, or wondered what skin atrophy looks like, this is it.
Skin atrophy is the thining of the skin due to prolonged use of hydrocortisone or steroid creams.
It means I only have to breathe in the direction of a door or wall or something I may possibly knock into, and I have a bruise.
It means I invested in a cold shoulder top just to try and hide a couple of bruises.
It means I tan easily, which may sound an advantage, but I'd probably tan in December if I wore short sleeves and the sun made a brief appearance!
The cure, not much really. Yes I don't use the hydrocortisone as much now, but if I want my skin to look normal, even if only for 5 minutes before I breathe in the direction of a door handle! Then some use of it is necessary.
So I will be wearing my short sleeved and sleeveless tops this summer and I will have marks on my arms that make me look like I've been beaten up! But please know, that my skin is actually better than it's ever been these days. That's partly hydrocortisone, partly circumstances.
Much love xx
Wednesday, 6 June 2018
Normality
Well hello all, I've survived half term and had a lovely little family break away!
Normality resumed on Monday with a thump as usual! Was lovely to come back to the hot weather over the weekend though.
However, although I refer to it as normality, how many 'normal' weeks include going to the pub on a Wednesday lunch time?! May be don't answer that! Well it is my Dad's birthday!
Also how many 'normal' weeks include consoling your 7-year-old because she 'caught her bottom on the step in the garden!' Don't ask! I don't know how either! She's now having hysterics, whilst laying in the feotal position on the kitchen floor, so apparently not a complete disaster after all!
Well I think I'll have a little drink tonight after surviving the first half of this apparently 'normal' week!
Xx
Normality resumed on Monday with a thump as usual! Was lovely to come back to the hot weather over the weekend though.
However, although I refer to it as normality, how many 'normal' weeks include going to the pub on a Wednesday lunch time?! May be don't answer that! Well it is my Dad's birthday!
Also how many 'normal' weeks include consoling your 7-year-old because she 'caught her bottom on the step in the garden!' Don't ask! I don't know how either! She's now having hysterics, whilst laying in the feotal position on the kitchen floor, so apparently not a complete disaster after all!
Well I think I'll have a little drink tonight after surviving the first half of this apparently 'normal' week!
Xx
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