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category: Toddler

New Girl on the job

The time is 09:23. I’m sitting at my desk and the house is quiet. Hubby took the girls off to nursery nearly two hours ago. Since then I’ve had breakfast, tidied the kitchen, put the washing on, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher and put that on too, gone round in… read more

A Good Morning all round

After a happy drop-off at nursery with all smiles, no tears, as I headed back home on the bus, I realised that today was turning out to be a good day. It may have only been 8:35am, but already I was ready to brand it a success!  And here’s why:… read more

“Three…. is the magic number”

Yesterday was BF1’s third birthday. We had a lovely day, we really did. (We’ll forget about the massive tantrum she had just before bed because she didn’t want her teeth brushed. I guess it was her party, so she could scream the house down cry if she wanted to.) It was a nursery… read more

Now, what did I forget…??

To forget: to cease or fail to remember; be unable to recall: to forget someone’s name. I forget things all the time: what I went upstairs to get, what’s in the diary for the next week, that I’ve actually come to pick up BF from nursery in the car so… read more

Our wee experiment – revisited

As you may remember from our exploits back in mid-end July last year (The best-laid plans of mice and mummies and Totally potty?), we initially attempted potty/toilet training with BF a while ago, but abandoned it due to a tearful plea to stay in nappies after one post-lunch sleep. As… read more

“It’s oh so quiet. It’s oh so still….”

“…. You’re all alone, and so peaceful until….” Although yesterday was the first official day back at work/nursery/normality etc, it was this morning that made me smile a wry smile. Hubby normally does the Monday morning nursery run, which means that we both get up just before 7:00am – he… read more

What did you do today? I was ‘busy doing nothing, working the whole day through’

One Thursday morning a couple of months ago, I suddenly realised it was approaching 11am and BF and I had not really done anything. I wasn’t really that bothered as it was half-term from her usual Thursday morning swimming lessons and so we didn’t have to rush anywhere. And to… read more

We’re all back from Sunny Spain, Y Viva Espana!

Hola!! (And that’s about as far as my Spanish, certainly post-baby Spanish, stretches) It’s true, BF, Hubby and I are all back in the UK and into our normal every day lives after nearly three weeks of ‘ab’normality 🙂 Although I suspected I was wrong, I had hoped that the… read more

Totally potty?

So are you all dying to find out how our four days of Potty Training went (The best laid plans of mice and mummies)? What was our call yesterday as to whether we’d send BF to nursery in pants or nappies? Were we ‘totally potty’ to attempt Potty Training? Well,… read more

Pretty in Pink. And green, and orange, and Thomas, and Bob.

As you will know from my last post (The best laid plans of mice and mummies), BF, Hubby & I went on a knicker-buying outing ahead of BF’s imminent transition from nappies to ‘big girl pants’. While we were out shopping we took the opportunity to stock up on a… read more

The best-laid plans of mice and mummies often go awry!

It was all planned. IT WAS ALL PLANNED!! I wasn’t going to attempt potty/toilet training until BF was nearing three. I’d heard and read so much about leaving it as long as possible and not pushing it, that in my mind, as long as she was out of nappies by… read more

Home Alone

It was with an immense sense of trepidation that I approached this weekend just gone. With Hubby working away during the weeks, I’m a pseudo single mum on weekdays and used to it, but it does means BF and I relish the weekends even more, when there’s the three of… read more

Toddler Jekyll and Little Miss Hyde

*Takes a large swig of much-needed wine as I type* I think it’s safe to say that we’ve now fully entered ‘The Toddler Zone’. And along with walking and talking, the Babe has added tantrums to her new acquired skills. At 18 months old, the ‘Babe’ is not really a… read more

“Poo-st Traumatic” Stress

Before I had my daughter, friends with babies extolled the virtues of joining the NCT.  They were right – through my NCT classes I met a wonderful group of friends.  We’ve supported each other through our ups and downs and general experiences of Mummydom.  However, most of what we talked… read more