Happy Mother’s Day!

 Happy Mother’s Day!

What’s that you say?  Mothers Day was last weekend?  Yeah, I know. But to be honest I’ve only just recovered.

As you can see below, things started off well with a rather impressive haul of cards and gifts!  A combination of school, childminder, Rainbows and a trip to her favourite next door neighbour meant that I’m fully supplied with homemade goodies and decorations for the foreseeable future.  

  

Oh, and I got a huge chocolate cake with a sparkly sprinkles love heart on the top too.  That didn’t make it into the picture, I’ll leave you to guess why.  Even C got in on the act, crafting some surprises with what I suspect was more than a little adult help.

So why have I only just recovered? Well it wasn’t down to the excessive consumption of chocolate cake, although there was a clear risk of that.

No.  In our wisdom we decided to take two kids on a day trip that involved a total of 4.5 hours in the car. Which, with iPad, colouring books and DVD player packed would have been fine, until we hit the classic ‘I need a wee!’, ‘no I can’t wait’, ‘I really REALLY need a wee, now!’ stage.

Even that would have been ok if our emergency stop in a layby hadn’t caused the youngest child to wake up and scream blue murder until we got to our destination.  Or should I say screamed on and off for another 6.5 hours until we got back home again.

I blame teething. It’s surely not anything to do with the parents…

To her credit, G was a star for at least 90% of the time. And C managed some smiles and giggles inbetween her crying fits.  But next time, we’re staying over somewhere.

All set for our long haul flight for our holidays then? 

Er….

New shoes and tantrums



I’ve written before about C’s baby anger management ’issues’. Well, today they came to a head.

Yep, at a tender 14 months old, the so called terrible twos have begun. And today I was that Mum in Clarks in the Trafford Centre with the screaming, thrashing, kicking baby, all because I decided to stop her from pulling all the shoes off the shelves.

It was actually the second meltdown of the day, the first caused by not allowing her to draw all over herself and the furniture with her big sister’s felt tip pens.

I know, mean Mummy, right?

This is a whole new world for me – G was always easily distracted by something like “ooh, is that a dog over there?”.  Not so C.  But I was at least heartened to find that most of the looks I received from other parents appeared to be ones of sympathy and not judgement. Or at least that’s what I took them to be, whilst C yanked on my hair and slapped me repeatedly in the face.

Thanks to some very patient staff and a few surprisingly smiley breaks in the whole episode we eventually got the shoes. Cute, aren’t they?

But, covered in snot (both of us), and still teary eyed (C, although I wasn’t far behind), we passed on the opportunity for a ‘my first shoes’ framed photograph.

Maybe next time. 

If there ever is a next time…

Peas please



Turns out C is a big fan of sugar snap peas. Seriously, huge.  Who knew?!

She clung hopefully on to this particular pack of peas all the way around our local Aldi, all the while gurgling, laughing and occasionally shouting at our fellow shoppers, and brandishing her precious peas.

See that little tear in her eye? That’s from when I cruelly prised the packet from her hands in order to pay for it at the till.

Yeah, I’m mean, aren’t I?!

It’s ok though, the tears disappeared quickly as soon as the peas were back safe in her hands.

I guess I should be grateful that she takes a shine to a humble (if slightly middle class), healthy vegetable, instead of the sorts of things I take a shine to in Aldi – craft books, kids jodhpurs, wetsuits…

One thing’s for sure, if I could keep my purchases as modest and practical as this we’d have a lot more space in our house!