Sure Start rocks! 

Peek a boo!

On Monday I had no childcare so I gladly took a day’s annual leave and looked forward to spending the day with my little lady.  That was until I remembered what a whirling dervish she is.  She has the attention span of a gnat and gets bored with an activity before she’s even finished getting the activity out of the box.  My romantic ideas of us playing happily on the rug all day faded before we had even eaten our Weetabix. What on earth was I going to do that would keep her entertained?  Enter our local Sure Start Centres!

What to do?

My mum usually takes her to a Sure Start group on Monday mornings so I decided to stick with the routine.  There was painting, play dough, chalk drawings, reading books, dressing up, playing inside and playing outside with sand and fake snow.  There really was something to keep even the whirliest of little whirlwinds entertained for couple of hours. The children got a healthy snack and we rounded off the sessions with a good old sing song (even if it was bloody Dingle Dangle Scarecrow which we have to sing on repeat in our house. I wish he would bloody dingle dangle off to be honest). We had so much fun that we ended up going to a Sure Start group that afternoon as well. Double bubble, double fun! 

Wonderful chaos 

In the midst of the wonderful chaos it struck me just how important these groups are. Parents have forged friendships, the children are learning how to interact socially and may be making friends they will know their whole lives (I met my oldest friend at play group when we were two).   The staff were amazing, they knew all the children by their first names and just generally let them be children and express themselves not bothering about the mess, insisting they wash their hands before snack and encouraging them to get involved with the different activities.

Busy, busy, busy

The heart of the community

It’s centres like this that are at the heart of our communities.  They are safe, free and accessible and bring people together: The lonely first time mum who needs to get out of the house because otherwise they wouldn’t get any adult conversation that day. The sure start breast feeding support group was a real life line for me in the early days.  I honestly don’t think I would have carried on if it wasn’t for the help from the feeding buddies and other mums, some of whom I’m still in contact with now. Sadly that group has been cancelled because of lack of funding which makes me feel for the mums missing out on that vital support. There’s the army of grandparents providing child care so parents can go back to work and the tired parents with three kids under four who just need a bit of a break and a safe space for their children to run off some steam.  It’s criminal that the Government has reduced it’s spending on early years development and that many centres have closed or face closure. I know that many community/social departments are stretched but surely it is crucial to give children the best possible start to avoid problems later on in life? 

I think sometimes there is a bit of a stigma attached to using these free services but there needn’t be and I would urge everybody to show their support and use their Sure Start centres because if the funding is cut then it will be all but impossible to get them back.

I really enjoyed my day, as did Willow.  We were both shattered by the end of it. Hats off to you guys doing this every week, I’ll be going back to work for a rest!

Do you use your local Sure Start Centres?  Leave me a comment to let me know which activities you like or how you feel about the cut in funding or if your local centre has been affected.

Speak soon,

Kat x

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Walking girl

Come on daddy we’re going this way!

Willow has been walking for ages now but it struck me the other day as I watched her stomping around, pinballing off every surface just what a little independent lady she has become.  It’s funny because walking is such a ‘grown up’ thing to do but it makes her look even smaller in a way; our little doll totting around, exploring her world. More than any of the other milestones, sitting, crawling, sleeping through (oh wait, no that’s right we STILL haven’t hit that one) it was always walking that we couldn’t wait to get to.  I think in our naivety we thought it would make life easier as she wouldn’t get as frustrated and be able to reach things and get to what she wants easier.  Well, be careful for what you wish for! Here are my pros and cons of having a walker:

The cons

The constant falls, bumping heads on tables and chairs, accident forms sent home from nursery every other day, banged teeth and grazed chins (especially when she tries to run – instant face plant).  Nearly everything we own has been moved up to a higher level but there have been a few casualties: plants, candle holders, books and every day she can reach just that little bit higher standing on those tippy toes.  One of her favourite games now is ‘putting things in the bath’ which to be honest I leave her to when I’m getting ready for work as it keeps her quiet.  It’s always a nice surprise when you’re running late and your car keys and work pass find a new home isn’t it? The baby gates have really naffed her off and she tries daily to figure them out, testing them for weaknesses like the

One of many bumped heads – poor baba
Velociraptors trying to escape  in Jurassic Park.  She has also become obsessed with the cupboard of doom under the kitchen sink which basically houses everything that could cause her serious injury.  Now that she has been told in no uncertain terms that she is not allowed to go in there she sees it as a challenge and, when she’s not busy with the baby gates, will sneak off and try to access the forbidden cupboard.  New house rule: if she’s gone quiet and you can’t hear those little stomps, then she is most definitely up to no good.

The pros

Out of the house she can roam to her heart’s content. It’s so wonderful to follow her round the park or beach and let her set the pace and go here, there and everywhere at random, hovering in case she makes a bee line for a dog turd (everything is treasure to her). She also loves to dance on those leggies!  Those little squats as she bobs along to the music at home, nursery, Aldi, the doctors when he’s trying to listen to her chest; this girl moves to her own beat.  I love hearing from nursery how she’s walked to the library with them or been toddling round the garden exploring.  It must be so much better for her than bum shuffling around or waiting for someone to move her.  Walking has made her independence shine through. Quite often now she’s content to wander about and play on her own for a while, which in all honesty, is marvellous because some days I just don’t want to play tea parties for three hours but I do love to watch her make believe games and wonder what is going on in that beautiful little head of hers. 

These shoes were made for walking….
Shoes!  Every girl needs a fab pair of shoes. She’s rocking her red Clarkes Mary Janes and will soon have her first pair of wellies so we can add puddle splashing to the pros (come on, who doesn’t like splashing in puddles?)

Her little uncertain, toddling steps are just the start of her life’s adventures. Who knows where her feet will take her in this big wide world?  (I can still remember mum’s face when I told her I was off to travel through Thailand and Cambodia by bus on my own – this is so going to happen to me when she’s older isn’t it?) So although every now and then I do feel a pang and want my tiny baby back, I can’t help but bust with pride at my little feisty, independent  walking girl and feel excited for all the fun and adventures the future will bring her.

Are there any particular milestones you have enjoyed reaching or marked in some way?  Leave me a comment to let me know.

Speak soon,

Kat x

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The Rocking Motherhood Challenge

I’ve been wanting to do this challenge for ages so thank you to the lovely Mrs Mummy Harris for the nomination. We’re all rocking mama hood in our own individual way every day, I think we just don’t realise it! It was nice to take stock of my parenting rollercoaster so far and have a think about what I do that rocks. We should all be very proud of

My world

ourselves for doing this insanely hard ‘job’ and celebrate our achievements (even if it is just remembering to brush your teeth in the morning!) You all rock mamas!

 

When I was thinking about my ten things I asked Anthony what he thought. He ummed and ahed for a while then said (in all seriousness) “You look good pushing a pram.” WTF? Thanks very much mate.  Fourteen months in and that’s all you can think of!  For the sake of our relationship I didn’t press him any further and came up with my own ideas:

 

 

 

  1. I’ve found my inner lioness. Not that I was shy and retiring before but now I have a cub to protect and god help anyone who tries to hurt the most precious thing in my life.
  2. We love a good kitchen disco. Every time a great tune comes on the radio we crank up the volume and have a boogie on the lino. We are quite literally rocking it.
  3. I breastfed until Willow was nine months old when it came to a natural end. I’d still be doing it now but I let her lead when she wanted to stop. It was a difficult and tiring journey at first but I’m super proud of myself for sticking with it.
  4. I stopped listening to ‘advice’ from other people about how to parent. I know everyone always had the best of intentions but once I concentrated on doing what was best for us and our family, things got much easier and calmer for everyone.
  5. I work full time but my job is important to me and I can be both mama and career girl. It’s hectic and yes there is guilt about leaving her but she’s happy and thriving at nursery. I think we all need our own time to feel like ‘us’ no matter how you do it. For me that’s work and I feel like I’m setting a good example for Willow when the time comes for her to have a family and has to make decisions about work.
  6. Equal parenting. Anthony and I share the load across all aspects of bringing Willow up and I think I rock for doing this. I can’t do it by myself and am the first to admit it. Sharing our responsibilities means that Anthony has built up an amazing bond with Willow, particularly because we were lucky enough for him to take some paternity leave.
  7. I am the sugar police so we hardly have any sugary food in our house (except for Anthony’s secret stash of biscuits) so I’m proud that Willow loves healthy food. She points at the fruit bowl all the time (so much so we had to move it because she wanted to eat bananas and mandarins for every meal) and loves Sunday dinners because of all the different types of veg in her bowl. I don’t enjoy picking rogue peas out of the carpet though.
  8. I’m proud to say that Willow is brought up in an environment of tolerance and love – shove off Trump! It’s really important to us that she grows up to respect differences and that everyone is entitled to love who they want and follow any faith they want without fear of persecution. My little girl will know her worth and her right to achieve all her dreams regardless of what anyone says.
  9. We look out for new experiences for Willow as much as we can whether it’s a trip to a farm (she loves animals!), the beach (she loves sand!), an aquarium (she loves fishes!) or a nature park (she loves the mud!) Wherever we go we let her explore her surroundings and try and let her lead where she wants to go and what she wants to do. We love watching her taking everything in, touching things and squealing with delights at new sounds, tastes and sights. We’re planning on taking her to her first festival this summer – I’m so excited!
  10. I’m not a perfect mama, nor do I strive to be because therein lies the route to madness. I’ve made my fair share of parenting mistakes which Willow has largely forgiven me for. I rock because sometimes I just have to say “OK, that was a bit shit”, learn from it and move on. No point crying over spilled breast milk!

So that’s me!

The Rules:

1. Thank the blogger that tagged you and link to their blog.

2. List 10 things you believe make you a good mother (this is just a guideline. It can be more or less than 10. I really don’t mind).

3. Tag 3 – 5 bloggers to join in the #RockingMotherhood Tag.

4. Grab the #RockingMotherhgood badge and add it to your post or sidebar.

Here are my nominations:
Emilie at Parenting With Biscuits

Selena at My Rambling Thoughts

Katie at The Sqirmy Popple

Don’t forget to tag me in your post when you publish it so I can have a read and share!

Kat x

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Under the sea…..

Urgh January, it’s cold, it’s damp, it’s generally grim. Seeing as I don’t want to set foot out the house and leave the snuggly warmth of our log burner I thought I would reminisce about happier times and our trip to the Sealife Centre in Blackpool last year.

We decided to go for Willow’s first birthday at the end of November. The original plan was to go to the zoo but it was so cold on the day we thought that we (ie.me who is always freezing and would be moaning within the first five minutes of getting out of the car) wouldn’t really enjoy it, so the Sealife Centre seemed to be the next best thing.

I wasn’t really expecting much, as well, it’s Blackpool. I thought it would be tacky with a few sad looking fish in some grotty tanks (it’s ok I live here, I can say it) but it really wasn’t.  In fact it was the complete opposite. We had a voucher to get in which gave us £5 off per adult but it still came to £25 which I think is a little pricey, especially if you have older children that you have to pay for as well. I think they sometimes have offers on and I think you can buy a yearly pass which works out cheaper.  Also you can come and go as many times as you want in a day, say if you want to nip out for some lunch.

Anyway, far from it being tacky it was actually really fun and educational – for me the perfect combo!Of course Willow is too little to take in the educational side of things but they massively support sea conservation projects and aim to teach children about protecting the earth’s waters and sea life.

There is a lift to the aquarium so perfect for prams and little legs. They also have a pram park at the start if you don’t want to take your pram round which, if it’s busy, could be a bit of a pain. It’s probably worth noting that as it was the end of November it wasn’t very busy so we could see everything at leisure.  I suspect at busy times you may have to wait to get near a tank or queue to see things.

Willow was a bit reticent at first and clung to one of us like a limpet (get it? Sorry.) I think this was because it is low lit and to be honest she’d never seen real fish before. She soon got into it though.  Following the fish about, pointing, laughing and touching the glass.  It was hilarious to watch her as she thought she could go through the glass to be with the fishes.

She got really brave and stuck her head in the glass bubbles which make it feel like you are in the tanks. She literally squealed with delight.  Visually it was so stimulating for her, the movement, the light hitting the water.  She loved it.  I thought she might have been a bit frightened to go in the tunnel but she loved watching the sharks and rays gliding over our heads.  In fact she didn’t want to come out of that bit and got into a grump.  Of course because she enjoyed it so much we enjoyed it all the more too.

We kept missing them but they hsve feeding session for different fish throughout the day. I really wanted to see the shark feeding but Willow was obsessed with the ‘Nemo’ fish so we stayed at that tank instead.  We let her set the pace for getting round which worked really well.

I would definitely recommend the Sealife Centre for a family day out. For babies and toddlers they can soak up the new sights and sounds and for older children they can learn, touch starfish and get involved in conservation projects.


I think I’m legally obliged to say that the Sealife Centre didn’t ask me to write this. These are my own views but it was so lovely I wanted to share it with you and hopefully inspire you to visit something similar.

Have you got any aquarium/zoo/wildlife park suggestions (preferably in the North West area). Willow loves animals so we’re keen to start going to as many as possible – it just needs to warm up a little for mummy first!

Speak soon

Kat x

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Christmas with a kid

Now that the fairy dust has settled, the tree has gone (well it’s on its side in the front garden) with much wrangling, expletives and resorting to manic pruning with the garden sheers from daddy day care and the toys are put away (by put away I mean shoved to one corner of the room where they remain collecting dust as despite all the lovely things she got, Willow still only wants to play with my phone and the remote control) I think it’s a good time to reflect on our first Christmas with child.

In a word, wow. Here’s another: Exhausting. It has been a whirlwind of Christmas parties (her, not us) I think she went to five at the last count, trips to Santa and Christmas jumper days.

Making memories ❤️

We were basically her festive PAs, shuttling her about and trying to keep sugary contraband to a minimum which at Christmas is basically fighting a losing battle.  All while trying to hold down a job and do the Christmas shopping because denial kicked in and you left it too late to do it online.

And nobody was bothered about seeing us mere parentals.  Family and friends all wanted a piece of the Willow action so Christmas day and boxing day became a logistical nightmare trying to keep everyone happy, inevitably miffing someone along the way and trying to exert some damage control before it become a full scale family festive fall out.  Exhausting.  Bloody exhausting.

Having said all this, the magic of Christmas scooped us up and we let it take us along for a festive sleigh ride. The build up with a child is so much more special and I think we were more excited for Christmas day than anyone (I woke Willow up at 8am as I couldn’t wait for pressie opening any longer).  It was wonderful to start new family traditions like leaving the mince pie out for Father Christmas, sprinkling reindeer dust for Rudolph and putting on new pjs for Christmas Eve.  The look of joy on her little face as she opened her presents was priceless and the joy this brought to friends and family was immeasurable.

I know everyone says that Christmas is for kids but I really get this now. There were (sugar) highs and (exhausted) lows but spending time with my little family at Christmas was ace, a bountiful supply of Baileys may have helped.  I’m grateful for the time we got to spend together because let’s face it not everyone in the world has that option right now and had to spend Christmas in appalling circumstances.  Over the festive hols she learned to blow kisses (cute), to say ‘Peppa’ (slightly annoying) and how to climb the stairs (really annoying and she was less than impressed when the gate was installed).  But hooray we got to see these things in real time for a change

New PJs!

rather than reading about them in her nursery diary.  Thank you Christmas!

So through Baileys tinted spectacles I can say I thoroughly enjoyed our first proper Christmas together (she was only three weeks old for the first one and no amount of enthusing from mummy about opening presents could persuade her to get involved) and I for one am looking forward to Christmas 2017 (you can remind me I said this this in December) Only 362 days to go…..

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas with your families and that diplomatic relations didn’t permanently break down. And if they did I hope there was booze.  Lots of booze.

Speak soon

Kat x

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Mummy’s hangover hell

Why oh why oh why? That was pretty much all I said last Sunday after waking up with a hangover. And a baby. I love Prosecco but it did not love me the morning after. OK so in hindsight drinking a bottle and a half to myself was never going to end in me being bright eyed and bushy tailed the next day. I thought I was being clever by not mixing my drinks, quantity wasn’t a factor in my thought process.

Rough.

There were so many whys that morning: Why did you wake me up by jumping on my head? (Rooky mistake that we didn’t arrange to have Willow sleep out. D’oh!)  Why have you had two poos before breakfast? Why do you want to play with all the bangy, flashy toys this morning? Why the fuck is daddy still in bed?

In a time of crisis I turned to the holy trinity of hangover revival: paracetamol, coffee and a bacon butty and hoped for the best. Willow was on one of course, throwing herself to the floor when mummy removed her (really loud)  jingle bells.  She repaid me in kind by releasing cacti Armageddon – all my little plants turfed onto the floor which of course

Why this morning darling?

meant that the (really loud) hoover had to come out and a grumpy daddy had to be woken up while operation clean up commenced.  Picture the scene: me sweating Prosecco, wincing at the noise while trying to manoeuvre the shittest hoover in the world that just spreads things around rather than picking things up. Again, why oh why oh why?

I became acutely aware as the morning progressed that this is why I don’t go out very much anymore.  I had a lovely evening with family and friends but I think the hangover payoff is too much.  Yes, I know what you’re thinking, I could go out and not drink but I have no self control so we’ll leave that option there thank you.  To be fair Willow doesn’t give a shit if the parentals have a headache, feel a bit queasy and green around the gills.  She doesn’t know what a hangover is and why should she?  It’s Sunday morning and she wants to jump on our bellies, fling porridge around and watch Peppa Pig on repeat.  Oh to be nearly one and have no comprehension of this self inflicted torture.

The day did get slightly better.  I managed to get myself and Willow dressed, donned my sunglasses and dragged us to our local Christmas food markets.  I mistakenly thought the fresh air walk would do me good.  When I got to the fair I got caught up in the festive spirit and for some bonkers reason bought a mulled wine.  Kill or cure? A little bit of both.  At first I was all  “yeah, hair of the dog works,” then I felt a little bit sick and had to call daddy to come and get us as I couldn’t face the walk home.

Mulled wine – what was I thinking?

Willow was loving it.  She got to eat chocolate brownie, normally prohibited by the sugar police, but as it was a time of crisis, sugary contraband seemed my only option.  Whatever keeps you quiet and in your pram my darling.  Exemplary parenting right there for you.

Daddy then treated us to a carvery Sunday lunch so no cooking or washing up. Winning! We somehow hobbled through until 8:30pm when we declared ourselves defeated and, waving a white flag in the face of our collective hangovers, crawled up to bed.  An early night – fabulous….. until I started throwing up.  One of Willow’s little chums had kindly passed on their sickness bug to me. Wonderful.  I’ll leave it there. I imagine most of you are all too familiar with how that goes.

Have I learned my lesson?  Hmm…. I’d like to say yes but as the hangover fades, silly season approaches and a bottle of fizz is opened at the mere whisper of anything festive then probably not.  Not to mention it’s perfectly acceptable to glug a bit of Baileys into your coffee at this time of year.  I may have made that rule up myself – mum and I benefit enormously from it. We go through A LOT of coffee in December. One think I know for sure is that next time it is daddy’s turn to get up with her so I can wallow in hangover hell in peace. Nobody is really winning there though are they?

Please let me know about your hangover/small child nightmares.  We can laugh about it in hindsight yes?  Also any tips for easing the pain the morning after gratefully received!

Speak soon,

Kat x

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It’s in the bag

I bought my lovely leather handbag in Bali the year before Willow was born (ah when we could flit off to the other side of the world on holiday.  Now it’s a military operation to get to the park down the road).   It’s big, soft and slouchy and great for just chucking things in. I used my bag everyday but after I had Willow it got relegated to the back of the wardrobe. I quickly realised that you need to be hands free at all times to react to whatever absurd situation taking a baby out in public throws up at you.  Day to day I didn’t even bother with a handbag for the duration of my mat leave, as long as my phone and purse were in the nappy bag I was good to go.  Except the time my purse wasn’t in the nappy bag, which I only realised while trying to pay at the Aldi checkout.  To add insult to injury I was (trying to) buy wine; double fail.  When I went back to work the bag was retrieved from its dark corner and dusted off.  It formed part of the transformation from mummy Kat to back to work Kat and was a comforting reminder of the old me.

I’ve noticed lately though that the bag is steadily getting heavier.  I seem to be lugging a tonne weight around with me and having been hands free for so long I’m starting to question why.  Why am I carrying all this weight around?  More to the point what is actually in there?  Here’s what I found on closer inspection:

  • A broken umbrella – the metal bits stick out everywhere but I figure its better than nothing when I need to protect my highly coiffed (ie. dry shampooed) bonce.
  • Bananas wafer baby snacks – For me, not Willow.  They’re yummy.
  • Make up bag with cystitis powders in – essential for the onset of stingy pee a much loved perk of being a dehydrated mummy.
  • Make up bag with a mirror, plasters, spare contacts and out of date eye drops which will probably finish off my eyesight in one squelch.
  • Paracetamol – for headache, period pain, and pain induced by a screaming child and or moaning partner.  Essential.
  • My purse – the shittest, smallest purse in the world that has about 200 cards in.
  • Sunglasses in the flimsiest case ever which offers no protection against scratching or arm bending.
  • Deodorant – I have not stopped sweating since the day I gave birth, but am constantly freezing. Flipping hormones.
  • Contact lense solution – for my knackered, itchy eyes.
  • Bee pollen tablets – my afternoon buzz!
  • Hand cream – I have the driest hands since having Willow. Probably because she poos a thousand times a day.  That’s a lot of hand washing.
  • Alcohol gel – essential for after an emergency bum change in less than adequate public changing facilities with one dried up wipe from the bottom of the nappy bag.
  • An orange pig – of course.
  • A pink rattly thing – I wondered where that sound was coming from.
  • A pair of socks – I don’t know why.
  • Breast pads – Five of, not even an even number and I’ve not breast fed since September!
  • Some pilfered napkins – parenting 101: always have napkins on hand so I pick them up wherever I go.  Oh Christ I’ve actually turned into my mum.
  • An old prescription, appointment card, parking tickets and Boots vouchers – just sheer laziness that I’ve not thrown them away.
  • An Oyster card – I live in Blackpool.
  • Eight hour cream that is at least 15 years old and probably harbouring a strain of bacteria that causes instant death. Must post to Donald Trump.
  • Paw Paw ointment – miracle stuff for my lips, another perk of being chronically dehydrated.
  • A lip gloss that came free with a magazine – I’ve not bought a magazine since before Willow was born, much less read one.
  • A button from….?
  • Five pens – what is the need? Am quite clearly a fledgling kleptomaniac.
  • A mini hair brush – which is neither use nor ornament on hair dreadlocked with baby snacks.
  • A spare bag – a bag within a bag – wtf?
  • My phone, car keys and a bottle of water are normally in there too.

I wonder what the contents of my bag say about me? I’m sure a psychologist would have a field day.  Chaotic genius?  Maybe not.  Super unorganised mum on the run more like.  It’s definitely time to de-clutter.  So what can go?  The majority of it to be honest.  Although I do find it hard to part with things.  As I’m looking at the contents now I’m kind of justifying them having their place.  If I don’t fill it then my bag won’t fulfill its true potential.

My lovely bag ❤️

I’m my own worst enemy.  In reality I’ll probably continue to chuck more stuff in there until it reaches crisis point and heaven forbid the straps break or the seams burst (this has happened to several of my previous bags).  Is it cost effective to go back to Bali to replace it?  Maybe if I just nip there by myself……

What’s lurking in your bag?  Have you though about having a de-clutter or are you a hoarder like me?  Have you had any handbag mishaps?  I found a fruit pancake squashed up in mine not so long ago.  I wonder which beautiful little monkey put that there? Leave me a comment, you can post a photo if you’re brave enough.

Speak soon,

Kat x

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Why I love Nanny Plum

I heart Nanny Plum!  I really do. She is by far my favourite character from the children’s TV I’ve been subjected to up to now. In a sea of sickly sweet female characters (Shimmer and bloody Shine – blurgh) She’s smart, sassy and has the perfect top knot.

I was adamant that Willow wasn’t going to watch TV and that we would entertain and stimulate her without relying on technology (yes, yes, laugh away).   Well Daddy Day Care undid my Hippy ideal during the first week of his paternity leave.  Within days of me being back at work she had a favourite  programme (Paw Patrol) and was merchandised up to the hilt with stickers, t-shirts and crappy bits of plastic passing themselves off as toys.  I will however now admit that TV has proved quite useful as a distraction in the mornings while I’m trying to get ready for work and it does stimulate her in ways that I can’t (well let’s clarify, it’s not that I can’t, I’m just too bloody exhausted to).

I digress, back to the brilliant Nanny Plum.  She is multi tasking the shit out of life.  Bestowing her fairy knowledge onto a precocious Holly and her squad,catering to the whims of the mega high maintenance (and really annoying) King, keeping that blasted castle clean and tidy and keeping those pesky elves in check.   Always so practical and self assured that even though she knows she’s heading straight into a blunder of epic proportions, she bulldozes on and then deals with the consequences.  More often than not she gets it wrong, so head strong that she refuses to see that she’s in the wrong BUT, she always puts things right with a wave of her magic wand and a slightly ruffled top knot.

What I love about her is that she can completely hold her own.  She frequently puts the whinging King in his place and argues the toss with that buffoon Wise Old Elf.  She’s more of a mother figure to Holly than the Queen who quite frankly seems a bit useless and plays no role whatsoever in bringing up her daughter (flipping royals palming their kids off onto the hired help).  Maybe one day Nanny will find a nice fairy to settle down with and have little fairies of her own.  I feel certain she would be an ace fairy mama.


I like to think that I can see a lot of myself in Nanny Plum (not the top knot, I can only hope to reach that level of perfection one day). As a mum I have good intentions and blunder on but mostly manage to put things right again.  I’m working on keeping our castle clean and tidy, although this is where I differ from nanny and insist these activities are in partnership with our King (nudge, nudge Daddy Day Care).  She’s def one of my role models and a great role model for all our girls too.  Proof that with a little bit of wit and sarcasm and maybe a bit of magic, you can take on the world and smash it!

Which TV character do you like the most or identify with?  I’d love to hear about them or if you heart Nanny Plum too.  Maybe we could start a Nanny Plum appreciation society!

Speak soon

Kat x

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The absurdity of it all

I was cleaning up the post lunch carnage today when I realised that I was casually eating bits of pulped croissant out of the high chair without a care in the world. This seemed totally normal – every parent does it right? Until I stopped to think about what I was actually doing.  What the hell has happened? I’ve crossed over into that world where it’s ok to eat half chewed morsels of food off the floor/chair/curtain.  I’m not even certain when it happened, it’s crept in by stealth culminating in me unconsciously gobbling second hand French pastry with abandon.

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Save some for me darling x

It got me thinking about the sometimes absurdity of mamahood and other situations I’ve found myself in or things I’ve found myself doing since becoming a mum.  Here’s a few (they’re mostly gross, sorry):

 

  • Going to the toilet in public with the cubicle door open because there was no room for the pram and she screamed if I left her line of vision for a second.
  • Crying hysterically because I dropped my last breast pad down the toilet.
  • Going to the toilet with baby attached to my breast because it was a choice to either wet myself or endure a screaming fit from a zoned out latched on newborn.
  • Flashing the window cleaner, Hermes delivery man, my neighbour, pretty much everyone while breastfeeding and not batting an eye lid. My boobs didn’t feel like mine at that point so the odd nipple slip really didn’t concern me.
  • Wiping snot, dribble, sick on the nearest piece of fabric; usually my sleeve.
  • My breast pad working its way out of my bra and top at work – not a good look.
  • Singing any/every nursery rhyme to a child on the brink of complete melt down at the checkout in Aldi AND asking the cashier to join in (this is def not in their job description).
  • Changing the shittiest of shitty nappies on a pub bench next to people trying to enjoy a drink. To be fair this wasn’t my fault – the pub had no baby change facilities.  At least I did it outside!

Without a child these actions are unacceptable but put a baby in your arms and it’s ok to be a little bit feral and act inappropriately in public.  I’m planning to enjoy it while it lasts and am  wondering how long I can get away with this, quite frankly, disgusting behaviour.  What is the time limit?  When your child reaches a certain age do you have to start acting with the decorum that society expects again?  Will someone let me know or will respectability creep up on me too?

I’d love to hear about the bonkers predicaments you have found yourself in or the crazy stuff you have done since becoming a parent.  Leave me a comment – the grosser the better!

Now then, I’m feeling a bit peckish – I wonder what the high chair has to offer this evening?

Speak soon

Kat x

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Busy bees

Just before I came back to work my lovely friend and fellow new mum Sarah gave me some bee pollen tablets. “I have a feeling we’re going to need these” she said.  She too has a little sleep thief on her hands and was worried about being able to function at work.  I’d never heard of taking bee pollen as a supplement before but the claim (from the website she bought them from) is that the pills boost energy and increase stamina.  Hmmmm….. I was a little sceptical but decided to give it a whirl. What’s the harm in taking something natural?  Anything that keeps me reaching for yet more coffee. I can’t provide any scientific evidence that they work but I have to say that for the few days I took them before returning to work I did feel a little more alert during the day and the fridge got a thoroughly good cleaning.

I thought that a bee product was quite apt as a supplement for mums.  Those busy bees constantly buzzing around here, there and everywhere, collecting pollen, maintaining the hive.  Sound familiar?  We are Queen Bees no less.  Mother of the bees in the hive, making the honey at home and at work.   Wikepedia  has informed me that queen bees are, “continuously surrounded by worker bees who meet her every need, giving her food and disposing of her waste.”  Well here the analogy sadly ends, I think Daddy Day Care would draw the line at removing my waste (he only just lets Willow get away with it)!

Waste removal aside I think it’s really important to make sure you are treated like Queen Bee every so often even if it’s just one day a week where you get a cuppa brought to you in bed or have half an hour on the sofa with a magazine.  It’s too easy to forget that we need nurturing too.  If Queen Bee can’t function then the rest of the hive is going to suffer and we all need a bit of honey in our lives.

In the chaos of returning to work I’d completely forgotten about the wonder pills and have just retrieved them from the dark recesses of my handbag this week.  As my eye bags have turned into shopping trolleys I’ve decided to give them another go.  The jury is still out.  I think its more psychosomatic than anything else but whatever gets me through the day I say!

So what keeps you buzzing? Have you tried anything alternative or natural to keep your energy levels up since becoming a parent? I’d love to hear all about them if you want to leave a comment.

Speak soon

Kat x

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