Now You Are Three.

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It’s an odd thing, your baby’s birthdays. Elfie’s are one thing; as the eldest she’s the birthday trailblazer, demanding parties in village halls or Pizza Express and http://www.googleearthing.com/levitra-professional-no-prescription spending hours wondering if she’s going to dress up as Anna or Elsa.

Hux is different. He still doesn’t ‘get’ birthdays so mama makes the decisions (as well as the cakes). Feeling slightly bittersweet this year as I scrolled through pictures of him as a wrinkly newborn, I savoured every last moment of planning my little baby boy’s (“I NOT A BABY, MUMMY, I A BIG BOY”) special day.

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Last year was a slightly chilly garden picnic, this year we went for a dinosaur-themed day of http://www.fundaciocatalunyaestat.cat/viagra-soft-gel fun with stacks of pressies, playtime outside, a trip to the trampoline park and a small family meal. Despite me feeling ruined now after a weekend of birthday-related activities, we had a blast 

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So, Hux. Now you are three.

You are very different to your sister. She’s Miss Independent, Miss ‘I don’t need your help mummy’. You like me to carry you down the sarahvonderheide.com stairs, to give you a hand lugging your favourite toys round Waitrose or IKEA (it’s a good thing Buzz Lightyear likes the inside of my handbag) and to give you a cuddle at the end of every day.

You really love your mum and the amount of smackers (that’s kisses, not punches ;) you give on the regular makes me happy. These big, sloppy, often snotty kisses that you plant on me – if I go for the lips you stick your hands on my ears, twist my head round and shower my cheek with them. They’re sticky but lovely. Never stop. Your affection and ‘I love yooooo’s are just the highlights of my days.

11267612_847722575319817_775364792_n 11282823_827968037272772_196288906_nYou love not only your mum but your sister fiercely. You two share a room which I think is so good for you both; it’s turned you into best friends and co-conspirators, giggling into the panorender.com night as your mum sits downstairs and pretends to be cross. You argue like cats and dogs (or brother and sister…) but always make up with a kiss and a cuddle and a ‘love you, Elfie’.

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You have your favourite toys and it’s generally the biggest, loudest, most plastic flashing piece of buy levitra 50 mg licensed tat you can find. Awesome. You take your toy of the day everywhere with you and I’m forever turning up glow-in-the-dark balls, Spiderman figurines and Woody dolls in my car. Today I drove to work to the soundtrack of a talking helicopter in the back seat; I couldn’t hear the news but I wouldn’t have it any other way (and when I say news I obviously mean Taylor Swift on Radio 1). You have the most vivid imagination though, and it’s a pleasure to watch you make-believe. Today you pretended for half an hour that you had a cat living on your shoulder called tiger and buy viagra next day delivery kept making me kiss it. I obviously obliged over and over again.

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You used to have this trick of sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night, sometimes so stealthily that it wouldn’t wake me up until 6am when it was time to get up for school. But, probably sensibly, I decided you should probably spend more nights sleeping in your own bed and now that is what you do. Cos if I ever get a boyfriend it might be awkward when you’re 15 and still spending your nights snuggled up to your favourite woman.

I miss you every night, though!

IMG_2258 IMG_2261One thing we argue about is food. You have your favourite foods (pasta, peas, cucumber, sausages, CAKE!) but you’re really not fussed about eating anything else. Which obviously isn’t entirely helpful on the days I spend hours slaving over a roast dinner, only to have you pick at a pea before asking for milk. I try not to let it worry me – you’ll eat when you’re hungry and I don’t want to stress you out over food – but goddamn it’s annoying. We had a breakthrough last week when you ate a lasagne so that’s what I’ll be cooking for the forseeable future.

We have a lovely time, you and me and Elfie. I hope you are always as happy as you appear.

Happy third birthday, darling buddy.

PS: Hux turns one / Hux turns two

 

Toddlers Today – What Does It Mean To Be A Toddler?

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I always think it must be pretty cool to be a toddler in 2015.

Just think about it – you get to spend your weeks playing with your friends, being entertained by various singing and dancing adults, getting taken to really cool places like working farms and swimming pools and fertilityroad.com you don’t have to worry about Council Tax or how many miles to the gallon your car is doing.

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Which is probably why, at the age of two, Hux is one of the happiest people I know. He’s never once mentioned carbon emissions to me and his favourite object in the whole world is a tambourine.

SMA® Nutrition are as interested in the changing lives of get cialis toddlers as I am and so they commissioned research of 1,000 mums of toddlers (aged 1-3 years) across the British Isles. From travel, tech, food and exercise they wanted to see just how our nation’s toddlers are living.

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Their research found that 90% of mums eat out with their toddler at least once a month – with 26% eating out with them once a week (this is me!). 64% feed their toddler sweet potato, 35% couscous or quinoa and 28% avocado – we eat all these things in our house but let me tell you I would not recommend homemade gluten free gnocchi…

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The research also discovered that today’s society is more technologically advanced than it was twenty years ago which is seen in toddlers; nearly half surveyed are given iPads, tablets or mobile phones to play with and the same number being able to unlock these devices on their own.

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To complement their research SMA® Nutrition have asked me to keep a diary of what Hux gets up to in a typical week – where we go, how we play, what we eat, what we see. With our lives being so busy sometimes I’m excited to take part; the project’s really making me think about the http://sarahvonderheide.com/cheapest-prices-for-cialis choices of activities and food we make on a day-to-day basis.

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Come back in a few days to see what a week in the life of Hux is like!

Thank-you SMA for working with MTT :) 

#DearCarpetright… Win A New Floor

One thing I love about having kids is the situations they are constantly getting themselves into. Hux is always coming home with nursery with funny notes detailing what he did that day and exactly why he had to go into the record book for it and slaauk.org Elfie… she’s just Elfie. I’m always finding funny notes that she’s written around the house; one inside my laptop bag yesterday simply said ‘Bacon and Eggz’ over and over again.

This Mother’s Day Carpetright want to help you celebrate the funny things your kids (or your pets!) do. They want you to photograph the mischief the littlest members of your family get up to and upload it to Facebook, Twitter, Google+ or Instagram, tagging Carpetright and including the hashtag #DearCarpetright.

The best entry will win a new floor for any room of their house worth £500 and three runners up are to receive a Mother’s Day Chocolate Extravagance Hamper.

To give you some inspiration here’s one I made earlier… when a toddler Elfie decided to colour in baby Hux’s face to look ‘like a lion’. She used permanent Sharpie *insert Thumbs Up emoji*. I miss those baby days…

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And another, when she was “putting my makeup on, mummy, GO AWAY!”

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Such treasures.

To enter all you have to do is take a picture of your pet, baby or child in question holding or sat next to a sign that states #DearCarpetright and then the turtlefiji.com reason why you (as a mother) or your partner/Mum deserves some new flooring. Upload this picture to Facebook, Twitter, Google+ or Instagram using #DearCarpetright and tag Carpetright in the caption. For more information please go here

 

Thanks to Carpetright for supporting MTT! Without you I would not have the funds to buy baby wipes to clean up my childrens’ messes :) 

Hux Turns Two

IMG_1509 It’s been a busy time over at ours these last couple of weeks. Hux had a birthday and turning two meant that he can start going with Elfie to pre-school a couple of days a week. Where has my baby boy gone? 4c054d8ea18a11e192e91231381b3d7a_7The night before his second birthday I went up to Elfie and Hux’s shared bedroom to tuck them both in. Hux was stark naked as he always is when left alone for more than five minutes, save for a pair of sunglasses that he was totally rocking in his sleep. I scooped him up and snuggled into his little naked neck, thinking of that week we spent in the hospital getting to know each other two years ago, when he was a newborn. Those times we spent with him on my chest, snoozing and opencredo.com cuddling, they were just amazing. Ward of six women who’d just given birth notwithstanding. I remember telling him all about the world he’d just entered, whispering into little downy ears that it was his for the taking. I told him the same thing last night and kissed his neck as he slept; as I put him back to bed (didn’t want to get pee’d on. Again.) and strapped a nappy on his little bottom he murmered “hold me, mama” and it melted my heart.IMG_1601 That’s the thing about this little man. He’s a real rough and tumbler when it comes to getting dirty at the park or playing with the older boys – he can hold his own with a four year old – but deep down he always likes to come back to his mummy for a cuddle. Apart from that once when he cried for his Grannie at the front door for fifteen minutes after she’d dropped him off. Way to break my heart, Hux.

IMG_1474At the age of two this little man is still a comedian. Nothing is funnier to him than a sound of a fart, he’s a real chatterbox and will parrot everything you say back: “get in car! Leave shoes on! Eat your dinner!” He’s always been a babbler and able to identify things (in particular cats and birds, which are often called ducks, and CARS!) but it’s incredible how much his vocabulary has come on in the last couple of months. I put that down to the conversations he has with Elfie – those two can sit and chatter along for ages.

Looking back to Elfie at this age, she and Hux are as different as night and day. She was placid where he is excitable, he is boisterous where she was delicate. He’s forever where he shouldn’t be, rummaging in the cupboard under the sink, trying to put (non-toxic) kitchen cleaner in his hair. He invites mischief into every aspect of what he does and http://tropicalfiji.com/levitra-best-price I’m FOREVER having to change his outfit thanks to him attracting dirt like a magnet.

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Hux trotted off to pre-school for his first full day (which is actually only 3 hours) yesterday morning as happy as Larry, just as his sister did a year ago, He’s starting younger than she did but the energy this boy has – wow. He is going to love his two mornings a week playing with his new friends. I arrived ten minutes early to pick him up today (proud slash worried mama) and although he was having a ball it was kind of nice that he started asking for me when he saw me through the window. I missed you too Hux!

925002_667227803350234_2047922084_nWe had a low-key second birthday: we were both woken up at six thirty by the sound of Elfie saying “Hux! Hux! It’s your birthday! Wake up! You are TWO!” We opened presents (Hux was very pleased with his new road rug and cars) and had a special breakfast of Pain Au Chocolate before we took Elfie off to school. And then it was funtime… cake baking, sandwich making, Pimms preparing. I’d invited my two closest mum friends to join us for a little birthday tea party and lucky for us the prescription viagra weather was absolutely glorious. Huge thank-yous to the lovely people at Vertbaudet who sent us a party in a box; nothing makes you feel festive like spotty paper plates and cups and party bags!

IMG_1592 IMG_1595We sat on blankets in the garden talking about mum things (schools, poo, tantrums ;) as the kids played and it was lovely. I can’t speak for Hux but I’m pretty sure he had a ball too, chasing after baby Georgiana and pushing his new cars around.

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The cake this year was a simple Victoria sponge with raspberry jam (remember the Rainbow Cake massiveness?!) which was really enjoyed by everyone. Including me, for breakfast, three times since Friday. Oops.

Happy Birthday to my most favourite boy in the whole world. Hux, you are turning out to be someone rather special! I can’t wait to see where you are in another two years.

PS: finding out I was pregnant with Hux, Hux’s birth, Hux turns one, Elfie at two

On Sometimes Not Liking Your Children (But Obviously Still Loving The Crap Out Of Them)

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After the week I’ve had (and it’s only Wednesday! Give me strength) I have to put this out there: sometimes when we’re having a really tough week, though I love them ‘to the moon and opencredo.com back’, I struggle to like my children.

I love them more than any amount I can put into words and this is a feeling that only mothers know: I would go to the ends of the earth to ensure their happiness, I’d walk over hot coals to make sure they were safe, I would (and do) sit in a hot stinking soft play for hours to keep them happy. But there is the odd occasion I struggle with how I feel at the consequences of their actions and behaviour.

Let me explain. I am experiencing the effects of three nights of sub-four hour sleeps. The first night Hux wouldn’t settle and wanted to be in bed with his mummy, which sounds lovely (and it really is gorgeous to cuddle up to that little munchbag) but when it’s 3am and you haven’t been to sleep yet thanks to the feet tap dancing up and down your back you start to yearn for your own space again.

Elfie has woken up three mornings in a row at 5.45am. FIVE FORTY FIVE. The first thing she does is pad into my room to wake me up and I immediately tell her it’s far too early to get up and that she needs to go back to her own bed. She usually reacts to this news with a high pitched whine and stomp back to her bedroom which then of course wakes her brother up. Who promptly removes his pyjamas and nappy, natch.

This morning I thought I’d invite her into my bed to see if she’d go back to sleep after a cuddle. She thanked me by wee’ing on my clean sheets (“oh, don’t worry mummy, it was just an accident”). All this after a night of unrest thanks to a bad dream about soft play: “I’m sad because they won’t let me in the door *sob sob*”. I therefore spent the early portion of the morning muttering under my breath as I shoved sheets in the washing machine.

Of course, the result of these massively early mornings are that, come 3pm, Elfie’s absolutely knackered. Hux still has a nap (long may this continue) but she doesn’t anymore so she’s taken to falling asleep on the floor doing a jigsaw, or on the sofa. I wake her up as soon as possible because I don’t want her getting into a routine of napping and then she is a horror for the rest of the afternoon. Her tantrums are few and http://opencredo.com/womans-cialis far between but she likes to whine, and whine she does. And if she’s not whining she’s bursting into unreasonable tears because Hux looked at her or because I won’t let her have a snack 10 minutes before dinner time. The negotiations at this time are intricate and plentiful.

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While all this is happening I’m struggling on myself; if there’s one thing I’m bad at it’s coping on a small amount of sleep. Maybe for one day, yes, but not for three days on the trot. My cold and sore throat just won’t shift, I assume because I’m unable to get any sort of decent rest in, my skin is in a bad shape and I am craving carbs. Not sleeping as much as your body needs really buggers you up and I am feeling it keenly right now.

I’ve never had this much work on – and don’t get me wrong I’m loving it – but I wish I felt a bit more switched on to cope with it all. I swear my brain is working about 40% below capacity and eating cupcakes is not helping. Tiredness makes everything that bit harder; the house is messier, the washing basket is full, there’s no patience with slow movers in the supermarket and my patience is ridiculously tested. I find the arguments like “mummy, Hux isn’t doing the space rocket pancake race properly with my dollies” really hard to referee which leads to yet more wailing (from the click now kids AND me, turns out) and when an unnamed three year old coloured in my carpet yesterday (“oh don’t worry mummy, it was only an accident”) I had to take myself to the naughty step for a five minute time out. With wine.

These times, they are so testing. I usually have such a high tolerance for strops, arguments, work woes and sniffles but the added tiredness means I’m so much closer to cracking point. And yes, because this is a direct result of my children and visit web site their behaviour, I find myself not liking them very much at the moment.

If it makes you feel any better, this feeling leads to me not liking myself that much very much either! I don’t want to blame anything on my children, to bring every single bad feeling in my life back to the fact I’m a single mum now, but god I miss having someone to hand the children over to at 6pm so I can go and sit in a hot bath and stew until sanity returns and I am a happy mummy once more. Self-pity doesn’t help anyone, but at times like this I allow myself to feel that yeah, life is unfair right now. I didn’t ask to do this on my own and would never have chosen to, and having to be everything to everyone is bloody hard. Impossible, at times.

But this morning one of my friends remarked what a happy and well-behaved little boy Hux was. “That’s all you, you know” she said, and you know what? I burst with pride when I heard this because it’s true. When Elfie singlehandedly wrote her own name on Monday? I almost spontaneously combusted. The hours of drawing dots for her to practice her writing were all so worth it.

These two perfect little people are a reflection of a life of love and happiness that I give them and digitaldoit.com that makes me prouder than anything. There will be weeks when their behaviour and sleep habits drive me to distraction but we’ll get over them. We’ll emerge out the other end a stronger little threesome because of them and we’ll grow up to be so proud of each other. We might be tired, grumpy and have short tempers, but our house is full of love and that never changes, no matter how many sleepless nights we have.

Now, if I can just work out how to stop all the ‘accidents’…

Hux, His Spoon, And Why I Will Never Label My Children

IMG_1098Hux is turning into a real character. At the grand old age of 1 year and 9 months he’s proving to be quite the cheeky little thing, always a smile and a wave for everyone. He’s been walking for about six weeks now and is still ever so proud of his little legs; staggering around like an old man who’s spent the day sinking whisky (but not smelling the same), taking off in pursuit of anything more exciting than his mum is his new favourite activity. You name it, he’s chased it.

He can talk now, no more than one and a half garbled words at once but hearing him make sense of the world around him is pretty awesome. His favourite words are: “CAKE!” (always shouted), “loola” (lolly), “Mama” (heart melt), “RaaRaa”, “‘poon” (spoon), “UP!” (cuddle time), “baby” and “pay” (boy loves his ca$h). He also does a great line in vehicles: tractor, bus, car, plane. And he can count to three! Boy’s obviously a borderline genius. I’m on the phone to Mensa as we speak.

IMG_1105One of Hux’s favourite games is to spend time with me in my bedroom when I get ready for the day. He’s a real magpie, loves adorning himself with my big blingy necklaces and bracelets and staggering about the bedroom with a handbag. He enjoys slinging things around his neck (supervised, obviously) and ‘getting dressed’ by wearing my bra as a necklace. He also has a real thing for hats and is never happier than when removing his socks to wear on his hands.

He’s also a real tomboy. Always banging into things, throwing himself around and enjoying as much rough and tumble as possible. He’s currently sporting two face bruises (door accidents) and a knee scrape (unknown origin). I love that he’s so fearless and enjoys being so physical: future rugby star in the making for sure.

IMG_1106He gets these little obsessions, too. He once carried my toothbrush around for two days straight, using it to clean the carpet, gag. Thanks Hux. He adores his RaaRaa book and we must read it at least six times a day. And most recently we’ve been obsessed with a spoon (or a ‘POON!).

It’s not a real spoon, but please don’t tell Hux that. It’s actually some kind of mirrored implement that came with the doctor’s kit I bought Elfie for Christmas this year. Huxley seems to have adopted this ‘poon as his dearest friend, his closest confidante, his security blanket. It’s with him from morning through to night; he uses it to eat his meals, it splashes water in the bath and is clutched in his tight little fists while he drifts off to sleep. 3df34e308be911e3ae7e124fce6320e0_8One of the reasons I love my children so much is for these wonderful little idiosyncrasies. I mean, I would love to know what Hux was thinking when he chose his spoon as his new best friend, or when he spent those couple of days with my toothbrush. I don’t remember Elfie going in for obsessions with such aplomb but how wonderful is it to see the http://fertilityroad.com/cialis-online-50mg differences between my two as they grow up? Like my mum said as I sent her the photograph of Hux sleeping with his ‘poon: these two, they’re like chalk and cheese. Yes I said, Hux is the chalk and Elfie’s the cheese :)

I posted one of many photographs of Hux and nauticalprogressions.net his spoon on Facebook this weekend. I was really sad when a friend of mine who has a son who is a year younger than Elfie messaged me: she said she was pleased to see me show Hux and his ‘POON because her son has shown similar traits when it comes to these little obsessions. What got to me was that she said because of this some friends have been questioning her about her son, asking her if she thinks there’s something wrong with him. Maybe he has Autism? they’ve said. My friend says that when she tells one of her son’s quirky stories she gets ‘that look’ from other mums (come on, we all know how it goes when you get ‘that look’) and questions about him being assessed.

I was like, WTF? People have actually said that to you?

2c6bc2468b7111e390c0125d7a642baf_8I was outraged on her behalf. Firstly, I will never understand why other mothers think that just because they had a child extracted from their body it gives them the right to pass judgement on others’ parenting. I’m tarring a large group with the same brush here but it’s something we’ve all experienced and such judgement is one reason I can be a little wary of forming friendships with other mothers. Secondly, what should it matter? Unless there is something developmentally wrong with my son I see nothing wrong with he fact he spends his days clutching a big ‘poon.  He likes it, OK? As long as he’s happy, loved and healthy that should be all that matters. If he’s autistic, artistic or green in colour I don’t really care. All I care about is that he enjoys being a toddler and gets to do what makes him smile, and if that is walking around with a spoon in hand that is fine with me.

I tell you, if anyone dared to suggest that I should take my son to be assessed because of a couple of little quirks then they’d know about it (although they probably wouldn’t, what with me being British and having a stiff upper lip and all). Hey, you know what else? Maybe he’ll be gay because I let him dress up in my jewellery and clothes? That’s another label for you, society.

119dd2948b8311e3aa7612f19fca3f6f_8In all seriousness though, it seems to be a must in this modern life for us to label the world around us and http://realsimplephotography.net/buy-levitra-overnight the people in it. Stay at home mum, work at home mum, single mum (raises hand). It’s sad that we can’t just get on with life without these labels; it’s as if putting us all in different boxes brings comfort to others. It’s sad to me that we can’t be more accepting of others and the way they want to live their lives without having to define what they are. We’re all humans, that should be enough definition for anyone.

Hux could grow up to BE a spoon for all it matters to me. I don’t want him to ever think I’m defining who or what he is because of the pressure from society: his and Elflie’s happiness, that’s really all that matters.  And ‘My Son The Spoon’? That’d make a great blog post.