Before we decided to have another baby, we talked for months about the pros and cons and about whether it was the right thing to do for us and our family. There was one issue we never considered though and I’m now kicking myself for not thinking about it. Would it have changed my mind about having another child? Of course not! But at least I could have prepared myself, psyched myself up for such a setback.
What was this major change? Well, it was:
For best effect please read the following in an epic and booming B movie trailer style voice with a woman screaming and a DUN, DUN DUNNNNNN at the end.
The Return of the Plastic Plates!!!!
*this includes all crockery, cutlery, sippy cups and whatever other colourful plastic ‘stuff’ that inevitably ends up in your house when you have a baby/toddler/young child.
Okay I know this isn’t really a big deal. But I have a real aversion to melamine or plastic plates and plastic cutlery. I’m not really sure why my hate is so strong, but I think I have narrowed it down to these reasons:
- The plates always looked scratch and grubby when you have used knives on them.
- They can crack/buckle in the dishwasher, if they fit in at all.
- Plus you get the ones that can’t even get put in the dishwasher and end up sitting next to the sink because nobody wants to wash them. But let’s be honest with ourselves, they are eventually going in there no matter what the label says!
- If they’re not put in ‘just so’ they can flip right side up and fill with water.
- If they do survive their trip through machine, they always come out dripping wet.
Yes I know most of these things seem to revolve around the dishwasher, but I swear I detested them before we even had one. Plus I know I can just dry them with a cloth when they come out. But I have paid hundreds of pounds for a machine to rinse, wash AND dry my dishes. I don’t want it to think it can slack off all the time by seeing me wiping these plates! What will it do next? Turn it’s nose (albeit a metaphorical one) up at non matching dishes. The thing might as well pack it’s bags and leave! No please I was just joking, I love you really Mr dishwasher!
I was so happy when my kids got older and, apart from the odd one or two, they all went in the bin. I think we chucked the last of the plastic tat a couple of years ago when LV was about five or six and could be trusted to carry his plate to the kitchen with a lesser risk of breakages. Don’t get me wrong, we have had numerous smashed plates, cups and bowls over the years (hence the mismatched crockery) but not enough to warrant going back to plastic. Nothing was enough for that!
But then of course this little fella came along:
We managed just to put his food on the tray of the highchair for a while, but now he’s a big boy and decided he needs a plate and will scream and point at everyone else’s until he gets his own. To begin with I thought we could be brave and give him a side plate and this worked out fab. For about a week. I daren’t go more than a few steps away just in case he drops it on the floor whilst looking underneath for a stray piece of pasta or sweetcorn!
Cue a trip to Ikea to buy some colourful plastic plates, bowls, cups and cutlery (not that I need an excuse to go to Ikea!):
Of course they come in packs of six and now all the kids have started using these pretty new things themselves meaning I am now forever drying them as they come out of the dishwasher. With my back turned of course!
Do you have a million and one plastic plates and cups in your house?