Run, run, as fast as you can, you can’t catch me I’m the ice cream van!
Since E started pre-school we’ve been doing less in the afternoons as he often says that he’s tired. The thing is that I’ve started wondering if ‘I’m tired’ can actually be translated as ‘I can’t be bothered to go outside I’d rather play on the ipad.’
Walks are relaxing aren’t they. Aren’t they?
I decided we should head out for a stroll yesterday afternoon thinking that we would come back refreshed and rejuvenated. Unfortunately, when we returned I was tense and ready to tear my hair out.
Phew! We’ve done it! We’ve survived the first full week of pre-school! It’s a been a big change to our routine and we’ve come across a few hurdles but thankfully we haven’t tripped up yet.
The first challenge we’ve had is being up and out by 8:45am for five days in a row.
That’s it. It’s official; I have a pre-schooler.
It’s the day that I’ve been both looking forward to and dreading for the last few months. Looking forward to because I’ll have an extra few hours to myself each day for blogging, writing and going to the gym amongst other things. Dreading because it means he’s definitely now a ‘big boy’.
They’re the words that every mother dreads ‘Now all the mums can join in!’
I’ve been taking E along to music classes for the last couple of years and while it’s a great opportunity for him to learn about different sounds, rhythms etc it’s also a great opportunity for me to sit down and have a hot drink while someone else entertains him.
Bad mom alert! We have a new family activity that we’ve been enjoying every weekend and it doesn’t involve any fresh air or exercise (unless you can class air conditioning as fresh air and reaching into a bag of popcorn as exercise…)
I don’t know about anyone else but when we wake up (early) on a Saturday morning our main objective is to get out of the house without doing anything too strenuous.
It all started off well, we had a toy we needed to return due to it breaking within seconds of taking it out of the packaging (not the first time this has happened) and that meant we could basically buy something that would cost me nothing – win, win.
We were both excited as we hopped in the car and drove off, singing along happily to the radio.
Kids are smart and as they get older they come up with more and more inventive ways to get what they want. My son’s latest attempt to twist my arm involved some ‘play-acting’ which was impressive, but unsuccessful…
It’s great that we’re having a heatwave – right? Wrong! When you’re a parent it just makes life even more complicated…
- It’s bad enough that the sun takes so long to go down but when it’s hot too? Can’t sleep, won’t sleep!
- You’d think that the good weather would mean less muddy footprints. Unfortunately, once you throw a paddling pool into the mix your floor will resemble a swamp.
Like any other mother-to-be I used to daydream about what my baby was going to look like. What characteristics would he inherit? Would he get my dark hair and hazel eyes or my husband’s blonde hair and blue eyes? Secretly I was hoping that he would look more like my husband, partly because he was a boy and partly because I think you always want what you don’t have. I find my dark hair and eyes quite boring so I love the idea of having a child with the opposite.