Tuesday, 29 June 2010

Setting the rules

I think it's time we set some house rules. I've watched Supernanny on many occasions, hoping she'll have the answer to some unknown tantrum or just the general unanswered questions I have as a Mummy. Why do they do that? Why don't they share? Why do they scream? Why oh why am I still tearing my hair out??!!

One thing that always seems to be emphasised is consistency. I need to be more consistent.

Wee Z is at his most boisterous stage now. He's always running around, high on fresh air, jumping, shouting, attacking. He likes to pretend to be a superhero, mainly Tommy Zoom, and he dashes around with his arm sticking out as if he's holding a sword or other weapon of choice. We've always told him what things he can do and what he can't but he's starting to test the boundaries and I think if we don't address it now, it could get a lot worse!

I definitely want to encourage good behaviour but I don't want him to feel like he can't be a boy and have fun. Hitting and kicking are a definite no no on the list of rules. I also want to try and stop him shouting out when he doesn't get his own way.

I also think Mummy and Daddy need to have some rules to follow. We're both guilty of asking Wee Z not to shout and then shouting at him when he's been bad. A real case of Monkey Say, Monkey Do!

I want him to feel like he's helping with the rules so we're going to sit down this weekend with some paper and colouring pens and write out our list. Then we can pin it up in the kitchen for all to see. I think he's ready to follow a list of rules and I'm hoping this will help him be a bit calmer. With him going to nursery in August I'd also like him to be aware of why rules are in place and so he doesn't get a shock when he doesn't have the same freedom there that he does here.

What sort of rules do you follow, if any, at home? And if your child goes to nursery, do you try and mirror some of the rules they have there? Any suggestions are most welcome!

Sunday, 27 June 2010

The Mastermind of a 3 year old - Ice cream

It was a glorious sunny evening last night so after dinner, I was secretly hoping the ice cream van might come round. Wee Z was playing in the living room whilst I finished cleaning up.

Husband was outside having his after dinner ciggy when we spotted the ice cream van driving along the road. Our ice cream van is the best ice cream van because they sell Mr Whippy ice cream and real raspberry sauce. Yummy! I sent Husband on a mad dash to hunt the van down.

He brought me back a small cup of ice cream with sauce and I tucked in. Wee Z was oblivious to my dessert so, feeling generous, I shouted him through to have some. "Quick, Mummy has a surprise for you!" Daddy shouts. Through comes Wee Z saying "What's my sprise?"

I showed him my ice cream and his face lit up. "Ice cream, my sprise!" "Well you've got to share with Mummy." Daddy says, bursting the bubble. "No I don't want it!" "You do want any?" Daddy says. "NO!" "Well on you go back through to the living room." And off he went.

That was easy, I thought. He didn't even seem too bothered that he was going to be missing out on this delicious, creamy ice cream. All the more for me! Husband and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"Wait a minute...I think I'll try just some!" Wee Z says as he walked back in the kitchen. I handed him the ice cream before I fell on the floor in fits of laughter.

It amazes me the mind of a 3 year old. So quick, so witty, so not stupid.

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Happy Father's Day

To all the Dads, Step Dads, Grandpas, Uncles and God Fathers out there, Happy Father's Day.

Happy Father's Day to my wonderful Husband. I don't know what we'd do without an amazing man like you in our lives, it just doesn't bear thinking about. Of course there would be no smelly socks on the floor, clothes on the floor, empty cups on the floor, shoes abandoned in the hall to trip over...! We love you very, very much.

Happy Father's Day to my Dad, Grandpa to Wee Z and Miss C x

Happy Father's Day to my Step Dad, Bello to Wee Z and Miss C x

Happy Father's Day to my FIL, Papa to Wee Z and Miss C x

And to all the other wonderful men in our lives who play a big part in Wee Z and Miss C's lives. You know who you are x

Thursday, 17 June 2010

Driving in the Mummy Lane

This morning I watched my 2 children playing and I suddenly thought "Oh my God, I have 2 children..." This is probably something you'd have expected me to realise long before now and of course I had but sometimes the weight of the responsibility of these 2 little lives dawns on me.

I mean, who said I was old enough or qualified enough or responsible enough to have these 2 children? Up until 4 years ago, I was getting drunk and falling asleep in my bath with the shower running. What changed?

I suppose becoming a parent is like going to school. The pregnancy is the going to school and taking the lessons. Your midwife appointments are your little tests and your antenatal classes are your practicals. They give you a possible final exam date for you to get nervous about and you know that no matter how hard you study, you'll never feel quite prepared.

Then labour begins and it's like nothing you've ever done. It can long and daunting or it can be short and not quite what you had expected. In a word it can unpredictable. You sweat, you pant, you cry and you laugh. You think you can't do it until you see the final hurdle. The extra credit task!

Finally you finish your exam and you are handed a beautiful, red faced, screaming baby. At this point I'm wondering, where is my certificate? Did I pass? Am I now able enough to look after this little being we've made?

Then I realise I've been looking at it all wrong. Becoming a parent isn't like going to school, passing your exams and then never needing to worry about them again! Becoming a parent is like learning to drive. Your pregnancy is your lessons, the antenatal appointments are your theory and your labour is your practical. Once you have your baby you have your car that you can drive and it's through the driving that you gain more and more experience.

So all I need is a little bit more driving and I'll be the best Mummy I can be!

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

The Gallery - Motherhood

The theme this week for The Gallery is Motherhood.

Motherhood is many a things. It's being the best mummy you can be. It's being there through the hard times and enjoying the good times. It's being the constant in your child's life no matter what happens.

Motherhood to me is seeing my children smile. It makes my job so worth while. The best being the first time they smile. It makes those sleepless nights and sick stained clothes seem meaningless.

Miss C

Wee Z

Monday, 14 June 2010

Summer Fever

I love summer. It just screams of freshness, beauty and all things new. I love seeing the little lambs stumbling after their mum in the fields. I love listening to the little birds chirping a happy song to one another. I love the pretty colours of all the gorgeous flowers sprouting up and waving gently in the summer breeze.

I am, however, locked away in my house. Windows shut. Hoping for some bad weather. My eyes are red and raw and streaming. My throat has a tickle and my nose is running and sore from sneezing. I feel miserable and tired and sick. If I could hibernate through summer, I think I would.

I hate having hay fever!

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Big Brother VS World Cup

Which one will you be watching? Will you be watching both? Will you be watching neither?

Big Brother 2010 starts tonight on Channel 4 at 9pm. It's the last ever one and whilst I can hear the roar of delight from Husband, I'll be sad to see it go. I enjoy Big Brother purely for the entertainment value of seeing all the different personalities mixed together. There have been some cracking characters in the house over the years. I loved Brian Dowling who won BB2 with his cries of "Demons" in the mirrors. I also loved Nasty Nick, the first rejected housemate in BB1. And of course, Jade Goody who passed away in March 2009. Whether you love it or hate it, there is no doubt of the impact Big Brother has made to TV history.

The World Cup 2010 kicks off on Friday, the first match between the hosts themselves, South Africa and Mexico, my home from home. Of course I am Scottish and would have liked to have seen our boys play but I'm not surprised they haven't qualified. After spending my childhood in England and watching Manchester United play, the quality of football in the Premiership can't be disputed. Although I do not support a team, I do enjoy a good football match. I can't stand any teams where the players dive or play dirty though! The Scottish team get a lot of stick for not qualifying but to be honest I think it's just the football pundits that instigate it. Would I be happy if England won? I would, because they are from the UK. Would we hear the end of it if they won? Probably not!

England's first match is 12th June against the USA.

Monday, 7 June 2010

Back to normality!

So the holiday is over. Husband is back to work today and I'm back to work tomorrow. At least the sun has decided to take a leave of absence or it could be even harder to force myself out the door tomorrow. What a fantastic 2 weeks we have had though!

The first week of our holiday was mostly spent at home, getting everything ready for the party. I cleaned out Miss C's baby clothes...there's a whole other post on how that was. Everything is boxed and up in the loft, perhaps to be used again in the not so distant future? We'll see. Anyways...I cleaned the house top to bottom, washed all the guest bedding and bought lots of party food and party bags and balloons. Miss C's birthday was spent at home, a morning to the park with the kids and their Aunty S, a fairy cake transformed by a candle into a birthday cake at lunch time and then an afternoon of playing to top off her first birthday. My sister and her boyfriend arrived the following day and we went for dinner. The party was a fantastic day and the rain held off thankfully as we had the party in our garden. Wee Z had a great day playing with his friends while Miss C spent most of her party in bed.

The second week was a bit more eventful with us doing something everyday. The sun was blazing all week which made a big difference. We visited Loudoun Castle on Monday, had more present opening on Wee Z's birthday. His favourite present seems to be his Dino Adventure Track from ELC though Woody and Buzz Lightyear are following a close second. On Wednesday it was Wee J's 3rd birthday and I was able to spend the day alone with Wee Z while Husband looked after Miss C. On Thursday we visited Heads of Ayr Farm park, another fantastic day out with all the kids. I was in bed and asleep by 9pm that evening. I think I had a bit too much sun as from Friday I've been feeling a bit unwell and my hay fever is playing up something rotten. I was supposed to have a girlie night out on Saturday but was feeling rotten so we stayed in and lay on the couch watching Spellbound take victory on Britain's Got Talent. They were amazing and deserved to win even though I did have hopes that Twist and Pulse would win.

I'll be glad to get back to work tomorrow!

Saturday, 5 June 2010

Breastfeeding - A year on

I never thought I would still be breastfeeding one year on from Miss C's arrival. Those first couple of months were, to be frank, a nightmare. It was constant. It was demanding. It was tiring. It was stressful.

It was all worth it though. Miss C is thriving and has done so since she was born. My biggest worry was that she would have lost a lot of weight when she left hospital and had her first weigh in at home. She hadn't. She had gained 6oz in 3 days! Every time she was weighed and was gaining weight it spurred me to continue. I was also lucky to have a very supportive Husband to keep Wee Z entertained and to cook and clean for us all.

My plan was to breastfeed Miss C until she was 6 months old and then to switch her on to bottles during the day and feeding from me at night and in the morning. When she was about 4 months old, I decided I would try and feed her for the first year of her life. It was getting much easier to feed her. It was so convenient. Then when Husband lost his job, it made even more sense to stick with the breastfeeding as formula is so expensive.

I was a bit uncomfortable at first feeding in public but a screaming baby will draw more attention than a contended little baby feeding does. And there are no restrictions in Scotland as to when and where you can breastfeed your child so I think people here are just used to it.

I had a nightmare of a time expressing. I assumed it would be easy once I had established breastfeeding but it wasn't. I would sit for 20 to 30 minutes and only get 1oz from one side. When it was time to go back to work, about a month ahead, I started expressing again. I bought a new breast pump, the Medela Swing, and I started expressing every night for 30 minutes. Initially I only got less than an ounce, but as the days went on it started to build up to an ounce and then 2. I also started expressing in the morning when Miss C dropped her mid morning feed and was eventually able to express and freeze 3 to 4oz each day. I think because I left her so late to introduce a bottle feed, she refused to take her milk from Daddy. We even tried her on a cup which she hated to. Eventually I had to stop expressing and simply feed her an hour earlier than usual whenever I was working. My freezer is still full of frozen breast milk that I'm thinking about donating to the hospital for the premature babies.

Miss C now only has a night time and a morning feed. Now that she is a year old I could switch her on to cow's milk but with her eczema being bad I plan to continue to feed her myself until we want to stop.

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