The other week my 3 year old son decided to give his 4 year old brother a shove, to which he responded by punching him square in the face. Ba boom! Smacko!
Tears galore!
The other week my 3 year old son decided to give his 4 year old brother a shove, to which he responded by punching him square in the face. Ba boom! Smacko!
Tears galore!
I have to confess: I have two fussy eaters.
With the prevalence of political correctness dictating that children should be eating only healthy nutritious food items, this can be a somewhat embarrassing predicament for parents who’s kids are fussy eaters – in other words, if it’s not bread, pasta, rice, chicken nuggets or processed foods (ie. biscuits, crackers, chips and cheese) then they don’t (won’t) eat it.
But are we to blame? Or are fussy eaters born this way?
Last week I wrote about quitting alcohol to save my sanity and the sanity of those around me due to the fact that alcohol (particularly white wine) had the tendency to make me behave like a woman in the throes of a particularly bad bout of PMS all the time.
Today I’m feeling sad because I have come to realise an important truth – I need to quit the booze.
I don’t want to quit drinking because I love it so much. Not in a stumble around and slur my words kinda way but a ‘OMG my kids have driven me to insanity today, pass me the wine!’ kinda way.
Unfortunately the realisation has struck that alcohol and I are not friends. Particularly white wine.
We were given a whole bunch of kids books the other day and the boys were so excited as they love story time and what’s better than a whole pile of new books to get mummy to read! So I picked up the one on the top of the pile which was called Chicken Licken and started to read it. Let this be a lesson to all!
Do not read a story to your children without having read it first!
I’ve seen New Year’s resolutions popping up here, there and everywhere lately and some great blog posts to boot.
The beginning of a new year can signify a new start and is always a good time for reflection. But in reality a New Year’s resolution is usually no more than a promise to get around to doing something that we’ve been procrastinating on for some time, often years!
When I was a child my Nana used to have a wooden sign on the wall in the kitchen for my Grandad which read as follows:
So today is my first day back at work and of course that means that I had the roughest sleep ever.
My post about creating a Christmas Eve Box for the kids has gone crazy on Pinterest and it seems mums everywhere are trying to get themselves organised and pulling their hair out in the process!
Last week I wrote a post about gender disappointment and how I had been really sad for awhile while pregnant when I found out that you were not the little girl that I had dreamt about having after my own mum had died when I was only 21 years old.
I certainly could not have imagined just how perfect for me you would be and I’m sorry for that moment of sadness because I had no idea just how blessed I would be by your presence in my life.
Somehow, some way, someone knew just the perfect gift to give me and it turned out to be you.