Mum Problems Part 2…

Continued…

Mum Problem #5

Eating.

baby food

Now this covers a whole range of topics, from putting on weight because their treats just look (& inevitably taste) so damn delicious, to never being able to eat a proper meal as all you have time to do is snack, to your snacks never being healthy ones because all you crave is a sugar high to get you through the rest of the day, to picking at their leftovers because you’ve spent the day not eating properly & now you’re STARVING, to learning how to eat like a monkey with your toes when you’re breastfeeding & I have no free hands (not really…), to getting to your dinner at goodness knows what time & realising you’re not hungry anymore. *sigh* I miss food…

Mum Problem #6

Television.

tv kids

You’re TV time is restricted until after their bedtime because, despite having paid for the TV, having set up the TV, & bought everything they watch on the TV, they consider it their property. Even the old “let’s take it in turns to watch something” still somehow forgets to include you.

Mum Problem #7

Everything is a mission.

You can never just go out. You have to have a plan. All parties must stick to the plan. If one person veers away from the plan, you must forfeit the plan & formulate a new plan. Formulating a new plan can take a long time.

You must prepare a bag – sometimes two – of all the things you will need, may need & think you need for the day. You will inevitably forget something important, e.g. your mind.

Mum Problem #8

Meals are a major pain in the badoingedie.

choice foods

If you have one child, they won’t like what you’re giving them. If you have two children, one will like what you’ve made, the other will think it’s Satan’s poop. They will throw it, refuse to eat it, tell you they hate it (even though they ate it last week & declared it was the “bestest ever”). You will beg. You will plead. You will hope & pray. You will threaten them with time out. You will put them in time out. You will give them a choice. They will choose the wrong choice. You will end up eating their dinner (see Mum Problem #5 for details…)

To be continued…

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Hide and Seek

It’s an unsettling thought when you realise you have no control over your children. It’s even more unsettling when you realise you NEVER did.

Noah wasn’t an adventurous baby. Sure, he ‘d climb on the sofa and fall head first off of it sometimes, but what little boy hasn’t done that?? Babu is the complete opposite. He climbs on EVERYTHING. The table, chairs, sofas, stairs, window sills – you name it, he’s been on it.

They say older siblings influence the younger. I’m not so sure. Noah’s recently started to do some very unsettling things. Like standing on the arm of the sofa and attempting to jump off. Or jumping up and down on top of his piano. Or running off when we take him out. I’ve found him stood on top of the toilet seat; he’s learnt how to climb into the bath by himself. Most of these things, his baby brother does.

Babu kicks, slaps, tantrums. Noah never did. Until now. Now it’s like they’re a relay team – when one has reached his limit, he passes the torch on and his brother picks up the challenge.

It’s hard not to lose it sometimes. And by ‘it’ I mean my mind. And by ‘it’ I mean anything the boys choose to hide. Because, lets face it, they now hide everything. The remote, food (I found a huge pile of sweetcorn stuffed down the side of the sofa cushion), clothes (mainly when I’m trying to dress Tobias) and today, for Noah, it was my house key.

Ash is currently away on a works trip, and so I only have my key. I’ve taken to keeping it off of my keyring so I can store it in my purse and save room in my bag. The trouble is, we leave it lying around sometimes, generally on the bottom step of the staircase so we can make a quick getaway if necessary. And Noah loves playing with it.

Up until now, I’ve never minded.

He puts it in the lock, unlocks the door and then locks it again. He takes the key out and then repeats the process. He’s never touched it unless one of us is with him. He always asked permission to play with it – generally when we’re on our way out.

Until today.

Today I couldn’t find my key – anywhere. And so I asked my handy little helper where it was (as he always knows.) He led me to the bottom of the staircase, which confused me as I knew it wasn’t there. And then, to my horror, he opened the letterbox and pointed outside at which point I heard a clatter of metal as my key fell out of the letterbox and on to the steps outside. *gasp, horror* Please let me have my back door key – PLEASE! Luckily, I did. *phew*

I raced around the back of the house, thanking God that I’d noticed then and not after the postman had been and retrieved the key. I was suitably angry with Noah but mainly with myself, for leaving the key in the possession of an almost three year old, in the first place.

This is a learning curve.

I think it’s time the key goes back on the keyring and hung up with the others, don’t you? Next time, who knows?? It could be him flying out the front door instead of the key! Scary thought …

See, even after almost three years, I’m still learning.

I’m back!

We are currently in a battle (of epic proportions) with our internet provider. It seems as thought they are incapable of turning our internet on. This is despite us having had internet (without issues) for the last few years. Hmm.

Anyway …

I used to think the worst thing about changing Babu’s nappy was him wriggling all over the place, causing it to take twenty minutes per nappy change. Today I realised that I was wrong. The worst thing is getting poo under your fingernails.

Happy internet surfing and nappy changing folks!