Today was LV’s birthday. He finally turned 9! I say finally, he hasn’t actually had to wait any longer than the year that every one else is allotted. But as his birthday is in the summer holidays he has watched all his class mates, bar one, turn 9 before him.
Common name: Involuntary Oversharing
Latin name: totalis blabbermouthium
Symptoms: Inability to refrain from expelling a build up of information, every single thought that has entered sufferers head, or anything vaguely exciting that has happened to them. Symptoms usually appear on meeting another adult after extended periods in only the company of children.
Sufferers: Most commonly found in stay at home mothers but, increasingly seen in fathers over the last few years.
Infectius status: Not originally thought to be contagious, but with the advent of baby groups and preschool activities it has been found to infect all mothers who come into contact with each other.
Cure: See bottom of page
These first few days of the Summer Holidays have been a bit of a mixed bag. We have had some really warm weather, but plenty of rain. E has been really poorly with tonsillitis but O managed his first steps after standing up all by himself. I even managed to catch it on video!
Isn’t he such a clever boy? I love watching toddlers first steps, they are all a bit uncoordinated and slow. You can almost hear their brains talking to their feet.
‘And lift….. steady, steady…. move it forward, come on left! Not sideways, forward!… aaaaand down!’
He’d only stood up a couple of times before this without pulling up on anything and if he’d tried to walk he’d wobble uncontrollably then fall on his bottom with a thump!
He has also tried to move away from the furniture a few times but either manages about six or seven wibbly, wobbly steps then collapses or forgets to move his feet at all then does a bit of a dive across the floor!
O is my latest walker, all my other have been walking before their first birthday! E&Ff were 10 months, LM was 11 months and LV was a mere 9 months old! But I guess being as he was a month early and the doctors put everything in his development back by 4 weeks he is actually right on schedule, I’m not going to argue with the doctors 😉
I expect by the end of the holidays he will be running around with the rest of them and causing even more mischief than he manages now. Especially as he’s discovered another new trick:
Yes, I am sad to say that he has learnt to climb up. With the combination of walking and climbing nothing is now safe! See that TV cabinet in the background? Yeah that’s now a climbing frame.
We use one of our dining table benches which are about 6 feet long to contain him in one side of the living room. He can now swing his leg over the top. Which means I now have to actually sort out the dining room side of the room and get it baby proofed! Looks like I’ll be buying baby gates sooner than I expected then.
Oh and just in case you were wondering, E is on the mend. Her tonsils are not as icky as they were yesterday and she actually ate something today. Fingers crossed she will be fully fixed by the end of the week.
Where you kids early walkers? Or did they leave the toddling until a later age? If you have a few kids, were they all around the same age when they took their first steps or not?
This is LM’s ‘I am not amused face’:
So as you may know it was LM’s birthday on Tuesday. On the Wednesday we were having a builder friend come round to give us a price on some work that we need doing in the house. We were trying to get the place looking halfway decent, which I’m sure you all know is like fighting a losing battle when you have kids! So while I was cleaning the bathroom Dadi took it upon himself, whilst tidying the living room, to pop all of the balloons that were getting under his feet.
Nothing was said when she got home from school, but when we sat at the table to eat our tea she started having a go at me. ME! saying that I was cruel for popping all her balloon when E&Ff’s were left to burst by themselves. Why am I always the bad guy? You can be assured I set her straight and dobbed Dadi in right away!
Luckily for Dadi he was on afternoon shift so wouldn’t be home until well after bedtime. But LM was obviously not happy to leave it till the morning and decided she needed to vent her frustration and wrote him a very sternly worded letter.
I am writing this letter to complain
about the fact that you popped my birthday
balloons only after one day (stern face picture)
I am not amused by your behaviour!!!!
I would like a face to apology and
a chocolate bar for compensation!!!!
Please do NOT do this again (E and Ff had theres for a week)
Yours sinserely LM
Being ‘that mother’ who looks at everything as a learning experience I noted that apart from some minor spelling mistakes she wrote this very well and managed to show how she was truly feeling. Honestly though? I had to try not go giggle at her as she tried to think of big strong words to use as she wrote it. But even she could barely keep a straight face while I tried to take her picture. It took a dozen attempts for her not to burst into chortles while trying to look stern!
What was Dadi’s reaction when he got home? Do you think he felt terrible for upsetting his youngest daughter. Do you think he was awash with guilt and lay awake all night thinking about it?
Did he heck, he laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. Plus he kept giggling to himself and shaking his head until bedtime. I believe he did apologise half heartedly the next morning and swore not to do it again but alas poor LM still hasn’t had her bar of chocolate.
Have your children ever been annoyed at things you have done? Have they ever written you a letter or just ‘had words’ with you? let me know b
This weekend O has been wearing disposable nappies/diapers. I now remember why I hate them.
Let me first explain why he was wearing them. With Ff being really poorly and developing this rash over her face I thought it best to be prepared for the worst and buy some disposables on Saturday morning just so I knew no matter where O was and who he was with there would be something clean for him to wear, specially as we were on wash day and there were barely any clean nappies left.
It took me ages to figure out what brand and size to buy, I settled on the Pampers size 4. Of course I also bought some wetwipes too, these were Pampers sensitive. I know I was buying from a local shop but the prices just made me want to cry and I almost didn’t get them at all.
I put him in one before I left for the hospital and the first thing I didn’t like was how skinny he looked! He is on the small side still, barely creeping his way up to the 25th centile line in his charts. Also the only trousers he owns, apart from wool longies, are leggings and they are all really loose on him. There’s no big butt to make him feel solid to hold onto and to keep him in the sling, it kept sliding up over his bum. Maybe this is why some mums don’t get on with ringslings if they don’t use cloth? Maybe just those with slimmer babies? I’ve never really thought of it before.
So I took him with us, obviously he’s still breastfed so there was no other option. By the time we got there I took him out of the carseat and all I could smell was urine mixed with chemicals. This was after 20 minutes. He isn’t a heavy wetter and you couldn’t even tell he had peed, the nappy was still bone dry and didn’t even feel like it had absorbed any liquid. In all it took us 2 hours to get home and I changed him as soon as we got here. The smell of the chemicals was quite bad by this point. Then I cracked open the wetwipes. I remember wetwipes smelling clean and fresh but these ones don’t. I’m not sure how to describe it, but it’s almost as if they have taken out the fragrance to make them ‘sensitive’ but left them smelling rather unpleasant.
Even though Ff was home she was still very ill and being as we had these nappies open I decided it was easier to use them for a few days(dh doesn’t like my Disana tie on nappies and all the pockets had been used already) plus it meant I could give the nappies an extra good wash and an extra vinegar/bicarbonate of soda wash too. Over only three days using disposable nappies we have had:
- One case of poo up the back and getting on his vest resulting in a two man job to remove said vest without smearing it everywhere.
- One case of poo leaking out the leg hole and down the inside of his trousers, I hadn’t realised when I pulled them down and managed to get it over his legs and socks, and all over me!
- Two cases of dampness by the leg holes.
- Numerous attempts to pull the nappy off
- a bin full of stinky nappies, even though they were tied up in scented bags(even more icky chemical smells!)
In all I am so glad I use cloth. I use wool covers exclusively and I haven’t had a leak or a blow out since he was tiny and exclusively breastfed, not even had so much as a case of compression wicking. I used disposables on my first three and I can honestly say I would never go back to using them daily, but I am grateful to know I can just pick up a pack in an emergency, even if they seem like more work lol.
Do you use cloth or disposables, or maybe a bit of both? Let me know how you get on with them.
Saturday was my mother’s birthday. She has been really unwell with a nasty kidney infection and only just got out of hospital on Thursday after spending Mother’s day there. I knew just the thing that would cheer her up, homemade cards!
The kids usually make cards every year but this would be the first time O would get to make one for her 🙂
Now this isn’t his first attempt at becoming an artist, we have done finger painting and handprints before now. But the kids had already been using the watercolours to paint theirs so figured we would give it a try and not worry about dragging more stuff out of the cupboard.
Just so there was a little something extra on the card I wrote Nain on it, which is Welsh for Grandmother. At first I tried to paint his hand but he was more interested in grabbing the brush so I let him use it himself and just loaded it up with paint.
Each time I loaded the brush I put it down on the card so he would make some marks while he tried to pick it up and give him some idea of what it does.
Of course he also wanted to make himself a little more colourful!
I was lucky to have E&Ff sitting either side of him giving him a little help, lots of encouragement and plenty of praise, also to grab him when he made a beeline for the water glass while I had my hands full of camera! Seriously, if you ever want to do an in action photo shoot with babies get yourself a set of teenage twin girls as assistants!(I have a set who would gladly work for tea and cake)
In all I think it worked out quite well, we managed to get more paint on the card than the child which is always a bonus, plus he had a great time 🙂
Here he is showing off his creation
And here are all of their cards together
Needless to say my mother loved them all and they really did cheer her up. We even got to visit for a while which she hasn’t had the energy for, for a few weeks which was nice.
Do your kids like making birthday cards for family?
Collective untruth is difficult to deal with. And that is one of the wonderful
things about siblings. It’s one in, all in.
‘Similar to collective persuasion, or collective bribery, or … or ….
You’re lost once you have more than 2 children!’
And honestly? I think they are right! As much as our four oldest bicker and squabble they do stand together against their father and I at least once or twice a day. What am I supposed to say when they are all denying that they even took the milk out of the fridge let alone left it open and sitting on the work surface. Or when someone has tipped cereal all over the table and not cleaned it up, yet amazingly nobody tipped the cereal. Deny, deny, deny really does seem to be their mantra.
I hate to imagine how many times I have been bombarded with 4 separate but simultaneous conversations and then 5 minutes later when I’ve had time to process the situation find that I have agreed to something without even realising it! My reaction is usually wonder and awe at how they manage it rather than annoyance.
Then there are the times they ask me when I am obviously stressed or under pressure and agree just to get them to stop pestering! I often don’t realise of course until they feel that it is time to cash in on my promise of a trip somewhere, or ice cream, or whatever else took their fancy. They can keep these promises quiet for months and spring them on me at any given moment that conversation usually goes a little like this:
Them: Mami, you remember you told us we could go to THAT PLACE?
Me: Ummm?*runs through every conversation we’ve had over the last two weeks*
Them: Well, Dadi said that we’re not doing anything tomorrow, and the weather is going to be nice.
Them: And you did promise, so can we go? Please? Huh? Pleeeeaaase?
Me: When did I promise? I don’t think I remember saying that.
Them: Yes, you remember that time when the dinner was burning, the baby was screaming, and you were helping LV make that school project, while juggling.
Okay, I might have exaggerated there a bit but you get the picture. The planning they put into these conversations is fantastic they manage to ask only for things that are suitable for a given day, for example the local country park on a warm day or an indoor activity on rainy days. They even manage to play us off against each other. Plus they never, ever forget! I have been reminded of these promises I apparently made years and years earlier!
My husband and I often find ourselves looking at four pairs of puppy eyes asking for something, the ‘oh please Mami, we promise ….(insert any good deed imaginable) if you give/let us…’ When we send them away with a resounding ‘No!’ We will eventually get them trickling back one after the other over the next few hours, or days with their individual pleas.
There are even times that they know when to pull out the big guns. What is this secret weapon you ask? It is none other than the baby brother!
For almost seven years, until O was born, LV was the baby. If there was some stubborn situations that hubby and I refused to budge on he would be the one sent down with his quivery bottom lip and big brown eyes. Softly whimpering things like ‘but I think I would have really liked to go there’ or ‘I really do like ice cream Mami!’
Luckily for me he has had a bit if a growth spurt, and a big boy haircut, over the last 6 months and of course he is now no longer the baby so his effect is waning but I’m sure they will all train O well, in the ways if parental wrangling. They have had a trial run with LV so they will now know all the best tricks and I’m sure he will be a formidable ally for them.
Now don’t think we are push overs. Yes our children outnumber us but they rarely actually get their own way on things we don’t want to do or give them anyway. But these kids really do have some power of persuasion in their little gang. And that is great!But it seems their loyalties only run so deep. They will defend each other to the last, unless of course they have actually been caught out doing something then they will instantly try and blame it on someone else. Also, I actually brought this subject up with them the other day and E said that, one day they should all claim it was them, just as a change, they them all looked at each other and decided that was a bad idea as what if they said it first and no one else did too, so I feel there may be chance for me to use a little reverse psychology in the future!
So how about you? Do you often find yourselves being outwitted by your children? Do they use their collective powers to persuade, or even trick, you into doing or giving them something? I’d love to know we are not alone! Let me know in the comments.
This evening has been very hard for me. One of my children lied. Lying is something I do not condone and I would normally punish them but there is one small twist which makes this issue even more problematic. I don’t actually know which one lied. Nor do I have any way of proving it, without the use of a stomach pump(which seems a little extreme).
Let me take you back to the beginning. We have had plenty of bugs going round our house since last week so have had at least one child off school all week. Yesterday I made apple crumble for dessert but *lets say child A*, who had been off ill, did not eat theirs. Today Child A and child B were both off. A asked to have their crumble with their lunch so they opened a tin of custard and put about a 3rd of the tin on the crumble. They then left the open tin on the table (Why I’m not sure as it should have gone in the fridge!). While O napped I went upstairs to carry on with my clothes sorting leaving both suspects, I mean children, alone watching TV.
Fast forward to this evening and I find the tin on the table, Empty.
By this point the other two were home but had barely spent any time in the living room with the custard. I knew I hadn’t eaten it and O can barely pull himself up by the couch let alone climb up to the dining table. This just left A and B as possible culprits. Of course they both deny it. I told them they wouldn’t get a row if they owned up. I even threatened to punish them both if they didn’t own up to the deed by bed time. I said that they could just come and whisper it to me and all would be forgotten. But nothing.
B, the younger one, cried. A just denied. Me I felt sad looking at their poorly faces and just wanted to cuddle them, which I did.
I really couldn’t care less about the custard, it is just custard after all and neither of them have had much of an appetite recently, I would have gladly given them both a spoon and said tuck in. But I don’t appreciate being lied to.
So now I’m at a loss of what to do next. Should I just let it lie? (no pun intended!) should I give them another chance to confess? Or should I punish them both as I threatened? Being as they have been unwell my choice of punishment was only going to be no dessert for the weekend(I haven’t told them this).
I just want to leave it, forget it never happened. But I also don’t want to let them think they can get away with lying, or stealing if you really want to push it that far.
So how about you? Have you ever caught one your children lying to you? Have you ever had an inkling that your child is lying but you can’t disprove what they say? What did you do? What would you do in my situation? Please let me know in the comments. below.
I am linking this post with Twin Mummy and Daddy’s Binky Linky for new bloggers (this is my first attempt so I hope I do this right!
We have been going through all of our clothes recently trying to get rid of everything that doesn’t fit, won’t get worn or is torn/stained. If we had the money I would happily throw the lot and start again but that isn’t the case and needs must, so to speak.
What I realised though, is that no matter how much I get rid of, we will always own a stupid amount of clothes.. There are seven people in this house and even if we all only own enough clothes for a week per person that’s:
- 7x pairs of trousers/skirts
- 7x tshirts/tops,
- 3x jumpers/hoodies/cardigans
- 7x pairs of socks
- 7x pairs of underwear
- 1x pair of tidy/school shoes
- 1x pair of trainers
- 1x pair of wellies
- 1x pair of walking boots
- 1x winter coat
- 1x thin jacket
Times that by 7 and that is 175 items(maths is not my strong suit I hope that’s right?!) of clothing or shoes and this list doesn’t take into account items such as the kids( x4 for the older ones):
- 1x swimming costumes
- 2x party clothes
- 3 x pyjamas
- 3x school jumpers
- 3x school shirts
- 3x school trousers
- 1x PE shorts
- 2x PE tshirt/rugby shirt
That’s an extra 72 items of clothing (even though my girls have more than two party dresses lets just keep this to basics)
Then we have hubby’s work clothes, he’s a mechanic so his stuff gets real dirty and fast!
- 3x hoodies
- 7x tshirts
- 3x trousers
- 1x work boots
- 2x luminous vest
- 1x overalls(work washes these but they come home every night)
That’s another 17 items of clothing. I don’t work now so I wont take mine into account. Did you add that all up? What number did you get? I got 264, but like I said, I really suck at maths so please correct me if I’m wrong!
But yes, 264 items of clothing to meet the bare minimum. LM is lucky to get her sisters hand me downs so she has more clothes than all of us so with all the extras of hers, the fact that E&Ff are almost teenagers(need I say more?), who only owns 7 pairs of underwear? Plus the extra party dresses, fancy dress costumes, hubby’s wedding/funeral suit(x2) and whatever else I may have forgotten we are well into the 300’s even if you take into account that O doesn’t have shoes or underwear his nappies and wool covers more than make up for them!
So when I look at this broken down list, I don’t feel so bad that we are as disorganised as we are. It does make me realise we desperately need much more storage space than we currently have and when the kids bedrooms are finally sorted this will be my main priority.
Did the amount of clothes surprise you as much as it did me? Try this is for your family, it really puts things into perspective of how much we actually own. Let me know what you think.
Over the winter our house can get a little stressful, a lot messy and really, really noisy with our four older children stuck in close confinement for months on end. Lot’s of games are played, books read and TV is watched. Teasing is rife and levels of sarcasm are at their highest.
Come this time of year we are all so grateful for the first signs of spring and the weather staying dry for more than five minutes at a time. They are always rubbing each other up the wrong way and even the nicest of games often end in tears and they are bursting to get out of the house to run free and visit their friends.
This year has been even harder having a young baby in the house. We have been less able to just get out of the house whenever, even to go for a simple walk. Just seeing daylight has been a luxury, they go to school and it’s dark, they come home from school and it’s dark. The weekends always seem to have the worst weather making it impossible to find somewhere suitable for all of them without spending a fortune.
Over the years we have learnt to let the noise drown into the background. So much so that it has gotten to the point that the kids have to make sure I’m actually looking at them know I have heard them 100%. I know, bad, bad mami. But seriously, have you ever sat in a room filled with kids trying to be quiet? The room is far from silent. One child is quiet, the sniffing is almost inaudible, as is the pencil on paper, the turning of pages, the whispering under their breath as they read. Times that by four and you get a hell of a noisy room. One will start tapping their pencil on the table or humming a song and within moments we are having a full blown rendition of the Frozen soundtrack, or the latest One Direction song.
Its lucky we have never been the type of family to be overly quiet when a baby is asleep. Yes we try to avoid loud bangs and shouting but if they happen its not normally an issue. The best thing to be in this house is a heavy sleeper, we have one light sleeper and she rarely gets a decent night poor thing!
So now we wait for spring. Our spring cleaning has started, we are decorating and we wait to throw open the windows and let all the mustiness out and the fresh air in. We wait to be able to go out and enjoy the beautiful nature that we are so lucky to be surrounded by and introduce it all to the newest member of our family.
Mostly we wait for the chance to be more than six feet from another human being.
How about you? Have you about had enough of winter now and are excited for spring to arrive? Let me know below.