Archive for January, 2011

1. At home, baby is learning to pull himself up to standing, but takes a tumble. As he cries, Toddler races over. “Don’t worry, Baby”, he says. “I’ll give you a cuddle.”

2. Baby naps for two hours in the morning. Toddler and I have lots of quality time, getting dressed at his pace, doing his beloved jigsaws, playing with toys and baking chocolate cupcakes.

3. Very early morning. About 4.30, in fact. The baby is awake and refusing to go back to sleep. I give in and play with him. We cuddle and I squash my face against his cheek and he laughs lots. Eventually he does go back to sleep.

4. Toddler gets up early today. He has boundless enthusiasm, constantly talking to me about what is happening, what he would like and what we might be doing next. He keeps going and going, through toddler group, lunchtime and a walk into the village. As we’re walking along the street, he points to a drainpipe.

“That’s a drainpipe, Mummy, spiders fall down them, like Incy Wincy Spider, like my Incy Wincy Spider jigsaw at Granny’s, like my Humpty Dumpty jigsaw.”

I love that he can tell me what he’s thinking; the connections his mind makes, and the things he’s been doing when I’m not there.

5. My kids are getting better and better at playing with each other. Getting ready for the bath, Toddler ‘chases’ Baby, both of them crawling along the floor and laughing uproariously.

6. My Mum comes round in the morning to collect Toddler. He’s staying with her overnight. She sneaks me £50 in cash, to spend on shoes for Toddler and maybe a treat for me. The best bit? It’s the money she’s saved by not smoking for the past four weeks.

7. At Nana and Granddad’s house. Baby and I look at our reflections in their shiny silver kettle and he waves at himself, grinning and gurgling.

These Seven Beautiful Things are taken from my Three Beautiful Things posterous blog, where I post three beautiful things every day.

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Questions, questions

My son’s favourite phrase at the moment is “Where do we get ..?”.

It started with food: “where do we get carrots?”, “where do we get bread?” and so on.

Our diet isn’t varied enough to sustain this line of questioning indefinitely, so “where do we get ..?” has moved on to encompass whatever is foremost in his thoughts (basically, for a two-year-old, whatever is in his line of sight). “Where do we get microwaves?” “Where do we get toys?” “Where do we get paper?”


I always try to be honest in my answers, hence the following exchange:

Toddler: Where do we get meatballs?

Me: They’re made from pigs; farmers get meat from pigs’ bodies and squash it into little balls.

Toddler: Where do we get peas?

Me: Peas grow on plants, people pick them.

Toddler, brightly: And squash them into balls?


We also had an unexpected question as he scrutinised his brother sitting across the table:

Toddler: Where do we get babies?

Me: ‘Baby’ came from Mummy’s tummy. Remember, when my tummy was really big, and the baby was inside?

Toddler: Yup. Daddy came from MY tummy!


I think we still have a lot to learn.

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‘Children’ – a theme with plenty of options for this week’s Gallery. At my parents’ house this weekend, I took the opportunity to flick through some old photo albums. I’d intended to post about clothes handed down from child to child, with my brother and I in the same bright green, velour tracksuit and some snaps of my children wearing clothes handed down from big brother to little brother. Instead, I found something that really took me by surprise.

Here’s my two-year-old pulling his grumpy face, a face he’s been doing for nearly a year now.

Here, I discovered today, is where he gets it.

His expression straight from me, and his appearance so similar to my little brother. Isn’t it funny the ways we find ourselves in our children?

I’m expecting some varied interpretations of this week’s theme. You can see the rest of the posts here (link to follow!).

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1. Leaving SureStart, the nursery kids are playing outside. They’ve been dressing up and there are two robots marching around, and a fairy with wings and a billowing skirt on a tricycle.

2. After lunch, Toddler steps on half a discarded grape. “I’ve been graped!” he exclaims.

3. Baby learns to clap. Grandparents and I all say “clap, clap, clap” in suitably enthusiastic, high-pitched tones, with exaggerated actions. Baby thinks hard, clumsily but deliberately claps his hands together, and looks very pleased with himself. It’s not just a fluke: he claps on demand for the next half-hour.

4. We make it to toddler group in the next village just after the 9.30 start, leaving the car at home. This is a rare feat for us. We have a lovely time; I catch up with some old friends and make a new one too.

5. Early morning. Toddler comes to see me and Baby in bed. He snuggles in the duvet with me and, unprompted, plays peekaboo with Baby. They both laugh, delighted.

6. Daddy takes care of baby bath time while I relax and cook a proper meal: pork belly, with a sauce made from onion, tomato, honey and a can of coca-cola. Baby asleep, we eat the pork with sweet potato and spring greens.

7. One of the things I love about Beamish is that there are always lots of people taking photographs – not just family snapshots (although there is plenty of that) but serious photographers with big cameras capturing images of a time gone by. Husband uses our big camera and I take some shots with my phone. Lately I feel like a real photographer, a creative person.

























These Seven Beautiful Things are taken from my Three Beautiful Things posterous blog, where I post three beautiful things every day.

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This post is part of Silent Sunday at Mocha Beanie Mummy. One picture, no words.

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Seven Things…

… that you may or may not want to know about me!

I’ve been tagged in a meme. In fact, I’ve been tagged twice, by Fran at OMammy and Doing It All For Aleyna. The task is to list seven facts, all true, all about me. Both of the posts that linked to me contain freaky, freaky body parts that made me squirm – I’ll try not to add anything too gross. So…

1. I have a truly terrible singing voice. My piano teacher told me that she’d never known anybody fail to recognise notes like I did, and that I might actually be tone deaf.

2. I met my husband in Pzazz Nightclub. I was pulling pints, he kept coming back to the bar for another vodka and Red Bull and he and his friend kept smiling at me. He gave me his number, told me he was “smitten” with me, and for some reason I called him the next day. Despite the fact that I went back to uni a couple of weeks later, we stuck with it and were engaged within five months.

3. I have a tattoo. It looks like this.

I got it a few weeks after starting uni, as a way to celebrate that time of big changes. My Mum and brother helped to choose it when they came to visit me for the weekend. It’s not what I’d choose now, but at the same time I don’t regret it. It’s part of me, just like a birthmark, and I wouldn’t want to change it.

4. As well as being a professional cheater, I helped my friend to cheat in our year 9 maths exam. She put me on the spot in the exam, pretending to the teacher that she didn’t have a calculator and asking to share mine, then passing me notes with the questions she wanted me to answer – I passed the calculator back with the answer typed on the screen. I didn’t say no, I didn’t tell anyone, but I wish I had.

5. I went on a pilgrimage to Lourdes (ok, so if you’ve been reading my blog since September then you might already know that, but if you haven’t been paying close attention… this meme is harder than it looks, ok?!). So yeah, I went on a pilgrimage, but God didn’t speak to me.

6. I’m very particular about my laundry. Baby vests and sleepsuits have to hang on the airer a certain way, tops on particular hangers, my socks in a delicate wash cycle, towels with a different kind of washing powder… I wish I wasn’t, as I’m so bad I hate to let my husband do any of the washing.

7. I always apply Sudocrem to my babies’ bottoms with my middle finger, and lip balm to my lips with my fourth finger. Obviously I wash my hands in between, but I like to be ordered about these things, just in case.

I hope you feel that you know me a little better after that.

The last part of the task is to tag 15 other bloggers. But, um, I’m a bit slow with this one and I know dozens of bloggers that have already been tagged. And the blogs I read that haven’t are kind of big blogs that might not want to join in a meme. And I’m not too keen on tagging people, in case they don’t want to be tagged. If you would like to be tagged, comment here or tweet me and I’ll link to you. Or if you’ve already done this meme, feel free to add a link to your post in the comments. 🙂


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