Nap issues, Granny Blanket update and general business!

I haven’t had a chance to write as much or as often lately as our routine is a little all over the place. Over the summer our routine was lovely, we spent so much time outdoors and playing then we would be home by 2pm for Monkey to have a 2-3 hour nap! Lovely! Then dinner when daddy came home at 6 and bed by around 7.15. Lately though our routine is all over the place.

I am clinging desperately to that routine, and, ok I don’t expect him to sleep quite that long every day, he is getting older so I’m sure he needs a bit less sleep but it’s just so random at the moment. There have been a few days where he hasn’t gone down for a nap til 3.30 or even 4pm! Which has freaked me out. We’ve tried to put him down but he’s just refusing to sleep. Then other days by about 1.15/1.30 he is exhausted and miserable. Today I missed the early signs and he was just wailing so I put him down at about 1.40, but then he was alternating between happy and miserable and didn’t go to sleep till gone 2 and was awake again just over an hour later. This was better than yesterday though where he ended up crying himself to sleep and only slept for half an hour. The worst thing is that he is waking up pretty miserable too and is just wailing for ages when he wakes up, but can’t seem to get back to sleep either.

Thankfully night time hasn’t been affected and he still goes down pretty easily and gets a good 12 hours sleep at night. I just don’t understand what he needs. Every now and then we have a good couple of days and I think we’re getting back on track, and then he goes all over the place again. I just have no idea. He is dribbling like crazy at the moment so it could be big teeth coming through (he has most of his teeth now, just missing 1 canine and the molars I think) but then I would have thought night time may have been affected too?

Oh I dunno, anyway the result is that I have a lot less time to get jobs done and do things for me so the blog has suffered ever so slightly! (So house the housework tbh, but I am trying!)

I am doing reeeeeeally well with my blanket though, last night I sewed on the last square! So it is nearly finished! Woohoo! I just need to do the border now and I bought some gorgeous wool from my mum’s shop so I just need to remember how to crochet again and get cracking on that. It will definitely be good to finish it!

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As it’s September the baby classes Monkey and I go to have started back again, but as you usually have to pay upfront, the bills have come in too. I am sticking with the tumbletots as I think it’s really helping his coordination and as the weather is bound to get worse over the next few months its a good opportunity for running around and climbing etc. as we may not be able to get to play areas as often or they’ll be a bit slippery. The music class however still has a big question mark over it. It started today and we didn’t go, we went to a cheaper class at a local children’s centre instead. The old class was great but £4.50 a lesson. The tumbletots is £5.50 a lesson so together it really adds up.

The class we went to today was only 50p! But, in truth, it just wasn’t that great. I don’t think it helped that there we were crammed into quite a small space. I was also confused as it was advertised as being for 12 months plus, however most of the babies were definitely under 1! So Monkey was one of the oldest and it seemed a bit more geared towards the younger babies which was a shame. Next week we are going to try a messy play session at another children’s centre, again at only 50p, to see if he gets much out of it. I want him to enjoy it and maybe learn things but it would also be great of we could cut costs a tiny bit!!

The spanner in the works is that I start Jury Duty on the 30th Sept. Yikes. We have been planning for ages, Monkey has been spending loads of extra time with grandparents so he is used to being looked after by them. I just really hope that his routine has settled down by then. Hubby is going to make sure he is available at all times during those 2 weeks so he can be on call to help the grandparents as much as possible, and he has a couple of days where he will be looking after Monkey. It will just be such an abrupt change for him after being looked after by me nearly every day!! Anyway we will just have to hope that I either don’t get called on a case, or if I do, that it is only a short and simple case so I don’t have to be gone the full 2 weeks or longer! We shall have to wait and see I guess!

I know this is a really fragmented blog but my thoughts are a bit all over the place at the moment! Life certainly isn’t dull!

A baby in the 98th centile – he’s not backwards, he’s just big for his age!

Monkey was born at 8lb 3oz (3.7kg) and then lost a few pounds in the first few days. By 2 weeks he had put on weight and was 8lb 13oz (4kg) so everyone was happy and he was just over the 50th centile line on the chart. For anyone who doesn’t know it’s basically the NHS’s way of deciphering what is a ‘normal’ weight. The difference within this weight is huge but basically if your child is on the 50th centile line, they are pretty much average weight for their age, 50% of babies that age will be bigger, 50% would be smaller. If that makes sense? I’ll put his charts in to show you what I mean. (Sorry about the rubbish picture quality!)

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By 6 weeks, Monkey had shot up to 13lb 2oz (5.95kg) and this put him at about the 93rd centile. This means that he weighed more than 93% of other babies his age. Because it happened so quickly he had to be weighed regularly for a while but he stayed pretty constant along that line of the chart. After about 6 months I didn’t get him weighed for a while, as all was fine, but when we got him weighed again at 10 months old he had shot up again and since then he is on the 98th centile line. Which means he is bigger than 98% of babies his age.

I took him to get weighed for the first time in ages a couple of weeks ago and so at 15 months he weights 28lb 14oz (13.1kg) – to put this into perspective, an average child (on the 50% centile line) reaches his size and weight at about 2 1/2 years old. Monkey isn’t even 1 1/2 yet! He’s not fat, as I’m sure you can tell in pictures I have posted of him, but he is just very tall for his age.

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What am I going about? Is that what you’re wondering?

Well, I don’t really mind how tall he is, he’s healthy and happy and the health visitors etc. are happy with him but it does pose some problems sometimes. He isn’t talking yet, and I know some children at his age are, others aren’t but because he is so big people tend to give him a funny look when he is ga ga ga ing or grunting and oohing, because at 2 1/2 that would be a bit delayed. Not out of the realms of possibility of course and I know babies develop at their own pace, but every 2 1/2 year old we know is talking well by now.

Even one of my friends, the other day when Monkey was just in a t-shirt and nappy, said “I know he’s not old enough, but when you look at him, it looks like he is old enough to not be in a nappy anymore.” and yeah, at 2 1/2 potty training would be around now. But at 15 months old? No way! We were then talking about their babies who are 7 months old and 4 months old, and I was like oh Monkey is 15 months in a couple of days, and again, even though they know he’s not very old, there was a moment of wow, yeah he’s only 15 months old.

With strangers it’s worse, with the competitiveness that seems to come hand in hand with parenthood. I try really hard not to get too involved in this kind of thing as they are all individuals, but it seems this kind of comparison is almost inevitable sometimes. When their child who is the same size is talking eloquently and is very coordinated and running and climbing well, and they look at Monkey, I feel like I need a loudspeaker or a sign around my neck saying “He’s only 15 months old – he’s just really big! He’s not backwards!!” but instead I just bite my tongue because I know it doesn’t worry anyone but me, and even if they do think he’s a bit slow, so what? They will never see him again anyway.

It’s not just other people though, he’s so tall and he has been walking for so long now that I have to stop myself from expecting too much from him too. It’s so easy to compare him to other children of his size, or even smaller, and to encourage him to do what they are doing. I subconsciously seem to think he should be talking by now, and understanding what we say more and basically be able to respond to us way more maturely than you should expect from a 15 month old. I feel like he is so uncoordinated when he is climbing and gets his limbs all in a tangle sometimes but I have to remind myself that he has a big body for his age and long limbs to try and get to do what he wants.

We were at a soft play centre the other week and a toddler who was so much smaller than him was climbing up the step ladders and over rope ladders and just wow he was so coordinated in comparison that I couldn’t help feeling bad for Monkey. So I try and help him do a bit more, but I don’t want to be a pushy mother either. I will help when he wants to climb things and soothe him when he’s frustrated but I don’t want to force anything on him, I know he’ll develop at his own pace.

Hubby is 6’2″ and his family are all tall. With the exception of my mum, I come from a tall family too. I’m 5’7″, which ok isn’t massively tall, but it’s not petite either, so I guess it’s understandable.

It feels like he has shot up again recently as he is a bit leaner, less of a baby tummy, so I guess it’s on my mind. His feet are huge too, infant size 6G already. But Daddy has reeeeally big feet (and scarily long toes) so I think Monkey gets that from him!

Anyone else out there have a really big baby or ever felt the same?

A very poorly and grumpy bank holiday but improvements at mealtimes!

This weekend we went to stay with my aunt in South London for a couple of days, but, well, it didn’t go quite as well as we hoped! Monkey came down with a cold the day or so before, but it didn’t seem bad enough to cancel any plans. Saturday morning we got ready to head off, although hubby had been kept awake all night by thunderstorms and was in a foul mood 🙁 so it was pretty much left to me to get everything ready to go. In some ways I like this, because at least I know what has been packed, but on other ways I hate that all the responsibility for remembering things falls on me.

Monkey was very whiny bless him, even with baby paracetamol and baby ibuprofen he clearly wasn’t feeling well. It was also pouring with rain. So you can imagine the scene, me running around like crazy trying to make sure we have everything we need, Monkey whining and crying and daddy stomping around while the rain is getting heavier and heavier outside. We get an unhappy monkey in the car and I asked hubby to put the nursery rhyme cd in the car stereo. Unfortunately as we got his car on the cheap, the front of the car stereo is loose and comes off. Instead of putting it back on to put the cd in, hubby slid it into the slot where he thought the cd goes, but actually put it in the wrong place. Grrrr

So as we set off I am digging around in the workings of the stereo trying to prise the cd out while monkey is wailing. We had to resort to the postman pat dvd, which we were hoping to save until a lot later in the journey, as once it is on, that is all monkey wants! I did manage to get the CD out but by then he was happy watching postman pat and our nerves were very frayed so we left it. We did try a couple of times on the journey to put the cd on but the wailing just started again so we gave up and went back to postman pat!

We made it to South London (a good 2 hour journey) through the rain with the help of postman pat and flapjacks and Monkey was actually in quite good spirits when we arrived. The good spirits didn’t last too long though and even though it was raining out we figured Monkey could do with some fresh air and a run around before lunch, after all he had been sat in the car for a long time. Being out actually went pretty well at first and he was so happy…. until he wasn’t. We don’t actually know what triggered it but he got really unhappy all of a sudden and it was coming up to lunch time so headed back to the house sharpish.

Unfortunately though when we were there he just got more and more unhappy. You know the kind of irrational unhappy they get when they are poorly or tired and the slightest thing is like their world is ending. That’s how it started and nothing (yup, not even Postman Pat) could calm him down, so he got so worked up that he was eventually sick all over daddy :(. He wouldn’t eat his lunch and he certainly wouldn’t cheer up or go to sleep in the travel cot.

All we can think is that he was feeling rough and didn’t know where he was. You know when you’re poorly and you just want to be at home in bed. I think that was it because if we put him down he would keep pulling us to the front door and banging on it and wailing 🙁 poor thing. I was so convinced we should take him home but hubby didn’t want to put him the car while he was that unhappy. Eventually after some singing and rocking daddy got him off to sleep on his shoulder and about an hour later we managed to manoeuvre him off of daddy and onto the middle of the bed where he slept for a good long while.

When he woke up it was like he was his old self again and was so happy, he had so much fun playing with his Great Auntie and mummy and daddy. It was a really lovely afternoon and I was very glad that we had stayed after all. He went to bed and to sleep with no fuss (Much better than we expected!) and slept all through the night, meaning hubby and I could have a lovely relaxed evening of eating and drinking with my aunt. Very lovely indeed.

The next morning he was perfectly happy for a while and then after breakfast things started to go down hill again. Unfortunately the weather was still awful too so it wasn’t even like we could take him out anywhere. Eventually we made the decision to come home a few hours early and he was pretty good for the most part. Unfortunately though we could not use the DVD player in the car on the way home. I couldn’t find the plug to charge it but thought we would be ok with the in car charger…. except apparently the socket in hubby’s car doesn’t work properly as after the journey there the DVD player died! Honestly, just so many things went wrong this weekend!

The upshot is, that because we didn’t have a DVD player in the house (my aunt doesn’t own a TV) we had to break Monkey’s TV at mealtimes habit. We wanted to do it anyway but to be honest weren’t looking forward to the fuss and effort we thought would be involved. I think he was actually ready for is though, because after a little bit of fuss at each meal he then seems to settle down and eat his food. It’s still going really well so far, ok I know it’s only Tuesday, so I hope it continues.

The main thing has been for me not to get stressed out by the situation. Before, he would kick off and not eat and I would get so stressed and I was starting to try and force feed him, which let’s face it, isn’t great! Now we just sit with him and eat our food (which is nearly always the same meal) and talk calmly and eventually he calms down and eats something. We get to the peak stress point, where I would normally go and put the TV on, and just take a deep breath and get past it calmly. I know it sounds easy, and it’s not always, it is a struggle sometimes, but I have to just take a deep breath and try and stay calm, as me getting worked up or angry really does just make things worse.

He’s still pretty fussy about what he eats – and just won’t touch pasta, whether its got a nice sauce on, is plain or anything. Hopefully that’s just a phase though! At the end of the day he is still doing really well and eating healthy food so I need to stop obsessing and stressing about it.

He’s feeling a lot better now too, though he is dribbling like crazy so maybe there is more teeth coming through, who knows. All I know is that when he’s happy, I am happy 🙂

 

 

Other people’s children

Over the summer, Monkey and I have been spending a lot of time with my mummy friends and their children. It’s great because the kids get out a lot to burn off some energy, and we get some company to natter and vent to. It is also great because 3 pairs of eyes are better than one, especially in busy play areas where the are lots of other children. Our town park has a big sand pit which the kids all love. People take their own buckets and spades and, kids being kids, there are some slight tussles over ownership, as when they are that little, everything is ‘mine!’

Being the summer holidays though there are also a lot of older kids about, so again it helps having extra sets of eyes. No matter how observant you are you just can’t keep your eyes fixed on your child every millisecond of the day. And you can guarantee that in the split second that you turn away, something has happened that has left one child angry and another in tears, but with you having no idea what caused the fracas. Having three sets of mummy eyes helps with this sometimes but not always.

Ok so all kids go through phases of pushing boundaries and testing their limits. They are egocentric at the best of times and think everything is theirs, hence the problems that arise over toys and things in the play area. But, as parents, I think anyway, that it is up to us to teach them through repetition the best way to handle these situations. In ways that don’t involve hitting or pushing or shouting at each other. Teaching calmly about sharing and turn taking. I’m not saying that it is easy to do but I think it’s a life skill that they need.

Some children are naturally a bit more boisterous than others, but also, some parents are a bit more hands off in their approach and would rather the children resolve it themselves. I’m not judging as I know we are all just doing the best we can, but it is difficult of your style of parenting doesn’t match the people around you in the play area. I am lucky that my friends and I have similar attitudes towards raising our kids, of course we do some things differently but on the whole it’s pretty similar. None of us think smacking is a good idea, we try and get them all to eat healthily and we encourage them to share and play nicely together.

Disciplining someone else’s child is a massively difficult area. My friends and I gently tell each other’s children No, if we know it is what each other would say. But that’s because we know each other quite well and know what is and isn’t acceptable for them. Even then though you don’t want to cross the line. The problem with play areas and things is that  if your child is having a to-do with another kid, if you’re the first parent to see it, then what do you do?

Two little boys had a fight at the park yesterday over one of their buckets. The boy who it belonged to was really upset but the other boy, who wanted it was getting more and more aggressive. Unfortunately the aggressive boy’s mum didn’t realise what was happening for a while, so the other little boy’s mummy had to try and tell him to give the bucket back as it was not his, which he was not going to do! Eventually the other mummy saw what was going on and made him give the bucket back, but it raises a difficult question. How far can you tell off (discipline seems a strong word) someone else’s child?

Or what do you do if someone else’s child is overly aggressive towards yours, but their parent says and does nothing? Do you try and walk away or do you tell off the other child, or try to talk to the parent? Maybe it depends how far things have got. Or what if it goes the other way, and they discipline their child by being aggressive with them 0r smacking them? Leave it up to them how best to discipline their child I suppose. But it’s difficult to teach your child not to be aggressive and not to hit etc, if other parents allow their children to do it to them.

I can’t say I know the answers, at the moment as Monkey is still quite little I just try and steer him away from these situations and concentrate on telling him not to snatch etc. But I know that this issue will raise it’s head many times over the next few years or so! Perhaps I should just focus on how I want to discipline Monkey and try and just keep that in mind rather than worrying too much about other people’s children!

Snoring through a wedding ceremony!

It was my big brother’s wedding on Saturday! It was a lovely lovely day, they were really lucky with the weather and it was all fantastic. The bride looked stunning! We had some concerns before the wedding as the ceremony was due to start at 2pm, right at nap time! We debated doing a few different things, including trying to get him to sleep in the morning, or just going with it, hoping he slept during the ceremony and seeing how we got on. After quite a bit of discussion, we decided to do the latter, and it went really well.

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Daddy kept him busy all morning, which gave me the time to go to the hairdressers and to do my make up and generally make a bit more of an effort with my appearance than I get time to do (or have the energy to do) on a normal day. It was really nice being able to spend a bit of time pampering myself! We then headed off to the venue a bit early, to catch up with my family, and to tire monkey out a bit and to ensure he would sleep in the ceremony. There was a lot of stones to play with and, well, Monkey is always happy when there are stones to play with! He found that the holes in the fancy garden furniture were great to push them through so he had lots of fun with that.

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The time came for the ceremony and the plan was that I would go up to the front with my family, while hubby would sit at the back with Monkey wither asleep in his buggy or on daddy’s shoulder. What we hadn’t anticipated was the string quartet at the back of the wrong. They were fantastic but not really conducive to getting him to sleep. Trying to get him to sleep in his buggy definitely failed so daddy had him on his shoulder but I could hear him crying from the front. I went back to offer some help/support but of course Monkey saw me and wanted mummy cuddles. Daddy got very cross with me for intervening but when we went back to the front and sat down Monkey soon zonked out on my shoulder.

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He then snored throughout the ceremony! I’d been so worried about him potentially wailing through the ceremony that I didn’t think about him snoring! It was very cute, and apparently the bride and groom didn’t hear him, but there was a lot of giggling going on from the people around us! Better than him screaming I suppose.

We were also concerned that he wouldn’t sleep for very long. He can sleep from an hour and a half to 3 hours most days for his afternoon nap, and we knew he wouldn’t get that much and thought he may be pretty cranky for the rest of the day. He woke up after the ceremony and then daddy took him for a walk in the grounds but he didn’t want to sleep anymore. Our fears were unfounded though and he was a very happy little monkey for the whole day. We basically just kept feeding him as we decided hey, it’s only one day! and, well, it worked pretty well for us.

My new sister in law was really thoughtful and got him a lovely present for him to play with at the dinner table, which went down a storm! A friend’s little girl was also at our table and the two of them got on really well. We were also sat next to the doors of the conservatory, so we could easily take him outside for a run and play during the meal and speeches, which was really needed.

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Hubby had care of him during the speeches so I could stay and hear them, and it was at this point that Monkey did a poo poo and needed a nappy change. Bless hubby, there wasn’t really anywhere to go so he did it outside and there was this moment during the best man’s speech where I turned around and saw the Monkey running around with no nappy on! Eek! I turned to my new sister in law and our eyes met, she had seen the same thing! I just had to mouth ‘sorry’ but she saw the funny side thankfully, and I don’t think many other people saw because of the angle! It will be something funny to tell him when he’s 18 anyway!

After the meal and speeches it was time for Monkey to say goodbye, so hubby took him home and put him to bed where grandma and granddad then looked after him. We had a really lovely time in the evening, dancing and having fun with my family and just generally feeling like a couple again rather than mummy and daddy! At other weddings we have been to we have stayed over so Monkey would have somewhere there to sleep, but it always meant that one of us was in the hotel room with him, and the other was on their own. Thankfully this wedding was nice and close so we could enjoy the day together as a family, then take monkey home and have the evening together as a couple.

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A chaotic house full of toddlers, babies and mummies!

Being the summer holidays a lot of our baby classes are closed for a while, so my other mummy friends and I have been seeing a lot of each other. When the weather is good we go to a local park where there is a paddling pool, when it is wet we try some indoor play places and we have been taking it in turns to host everyone at our houses. This week was my turn.

There are 4 mummies (including me), three almost 2 1/2 year olds, Monkey who is 14 months, a 7 month old and a 4 month old. As you can imagine it gets a bit loud and chaotic. It started off ok, as the older ones play with each other a bit, but bless Monkey, he was a bit bewildered by all the people and noise. It must be hard for him, one minute he’s playing with mummy and then the next minutes there are bigger kids playing with his toys, and mummy is chatting to other people and cooing over babies. It definitely overwhelmed him a bit, we meet up a lot out and about but I guess it is different when it is his house, and his toys.

It also doesn’t help that unfortunately one of the older little boys has been going through a slightly, er, feisty (?) stage and Monkey is very nervous of him at the moment. He’s a lovely little boy but at the last time we met up he had quite a shout at Monkey when he wanted to play with the toy he had, and hit it out of his hands. For little Monkey I imagine that was quite scary. Of course my friend stepped in and she has had a good chat with her little boy and his behaviour is definitely improving. It’s hard for her too as nobody wants their child to behave like that, it’s just a phase and yet another challenge for us mummies to deal with!

Anyway he was a lot better at our house but I think Monkey was still pretty wary of him from the previous time, which just didn’t help his general mood. Monkey is definitely in a bit of a mummy’s boy phase at the moment too so he was quite upset initially and around lunchtime. Thankfully though, after lunch he cheered up and was playing nicely out in the paddling pool and sand pit which I had set up in the shade. We then all trooped upstairs for the kiddies to play with some more toys up there and so I could show off our newly decorated bedroom to my friends. There was a really cute moment where one of the 2 year olds was curled up in a chair with a spot book, another sat on the floor, and the third playing on a piano floor toy while Monkey was playing with a puzzle. (At this point the 4 month old was nicely dozing and the 7 month old having a cuddle with his mummy – who has very strong arm muscles! :))

I had made some apple puree ice lollies (basically just frozen some pureed apples in ice lolly moulds) which went down a storm! Monkey wasn’t 100% keen and another of the toddlers didn’t seem to like the texture, but the other toddlers loved it. It was also a real winner with the 7 month old who is teething and just getting going with weaning, He loved it and scoffed the whole thing! Brilliant and I’m glad it worked as you never know with this kind of thing whether kids wouldn’t like them as they are obviously not as sweet as normal ice lollies.

We set the older toddlers up with some ice painting outside, and they really enjoyed it, it certainly kept them quiet for a while…. but then we realised that one of them had found an old paintbrush and used it to spread the red food colouring paint through the conservatory, onto the wooden door frames into the dining room and on the dining room walls. Oops! His mummy was mortified bless her, but I wasn’t too worried as we haven’t decorated the conservatory and the doorframe needs painting anyway. I’ll admit I blanched a little at the dining room wall, although it would just need painting over, but thankfully it all come off with just baby wipes so all is well that ends well, and the lesson is not to leave them alone with the ice paints hehe!

Watching all the little ones interact with each other was really lovely as they are all such different characters. Monkey wants to prod the babies, and is just a bit wary and in awe of the older toddlers. The toddlers are now starting to really play with each other. The two girls really liked monkey’s backpack, which has a parent handle attached to it, like reins. They were taking it in turns to put it on and walk each other around the garden, and were pretending they were dogs. So cute! Then the older little boy was playing with the 7 month old so gently and then gave him a cuddle and said “I’m really proud of you” just so cute! Even the lovely little 4 month old was in on the action as the older girls were trying to rock her to sleep in her seat and making her giggle.

So yes, it was chaos, my house is full of crumbs and wet muddy sandy footprints but it’s nothing that can’t be cleaned, and it was just a lovely day. All us mummies got to catch up too and we are going to try and have a weekly evening swim and are hoping to find a cheap deal for a spa day together to get some down time. In the meantime though I am very grateful I have such lovely friends with lovely kiddies and I am looking forward to watching them all grow up together!

The realities of playtime with a tiny toddler

I wrote this post in the summer, when Monkey was 14 months old, but it seems apt for the theme of ‘Play’ for this week’s The Theme Game:

Right it is time to be honest here, keeping a little one entertained for longer than a few minutes at a time is practically impossible. I was going to say 5 minutes but hubby felt (and I agreed) that 5 mins was too ambitious, so a few minutes is more realistic. If you have read much of my blog you will know that I am trying out a lot of different play ideas with my monkey. He is constantly on the go and looking for things to do so I try really hard to find knew ways for him to learn through play.

I spend a lot of time (in short bursts between looking after monkey and trying to keep the house clean-ish) perusing the internet, via pinterest, other blogs and baby sites to get ideas. I read books and was even given a set of cards with things to do. Many of the ideas are common sense, such as ‘go outside’. Honestly I spend so much time outside as there is free entertainment out there in the form of oh, daisies, stones, mud … anything on the ground….. But these places do come up with some gems that I like to try out but really you have no idea if your little one will be ready for it developmentally, or will get bored uber quickly, or like it, until their attention is taken by something else.

P1030010Because, in reality, to fill a day of playing at home, you have to try out so many different things. In the space of an hour yesterday, we did some finger painting, played with play-doh, danced around to some music, played with the clothes pegs (basically spreading them around the room while I tried in vain to get him to “put them back” which I know he understands but complies with intermittently) played with his new kitchen, used mummy as a climbing frame, went in the garden (even though it was starting to rain, I was getting desperate) and played in the very wet sand pit, dug in the dirt, played in the sand and water a bit more, then as he was now filthy and it was nearly nap time, had a bit of a play sorting bottles out in the bath while I washed off the debris from playtime.

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P1020801Whilst all this is happening I’m also trying to clean up the mess made my some of these activities, scrubbing a potential stain from the finger paints on our lovely dining table (I hadn’t realised he’d got paint on the bottom of his drink bottle until after it had sat on the table for a few mins – thankfully it came off though), trying to pick up all the teeny bits of play-doh off the floor as he likes too tear it up and spread it around the room (we confine this activity to the conservatory thankfully so it doesn’t get walked through the house), pull play-doh out of my hair and pick up the clothes pegs (until he sees they are back in the basket and decides to up-end it again -this was the point that we went outside). I’m sure this is all sounding very very familiar to the other mummies out there!

An hour or so of this I am ok with, but when faced with an entire day at home is it any wonder I go wibbly at the knees? It is fun, don’t get me wrong, but oh, so, tiring. Hence, this morning when my friend text me at 7:30am (I know if I get a text at this time of the morning that it will be another mummy) and suggested we go to the park for the day, I jumped at the chance! I had been sat contemplating my options for the day ahead and was relieved to be able to go and entertain him outside on the play area, in the sand pit and in the paddling pool there. Of course I also take stickers, a ball and other toys for when he is bored of those activities! 🙂 Plus it is nice to have a good natter with my friend and talk about our ups and downs, much more fun than taking the monkey on my own. He is making lots of word-like sounds at the moment but as yet he is not much of a conversationalist.

My point, ah yes, I don’t really have one, other than to any other mummy who puts in the effort of making homemade paints, play-doh etc, only to have the little one play for a couple of mins at a time, you are not alone! I have found lots of places to find the ideas of things to do, but very few people realistically saying, that this may entertain them for a max of 5 minutes. Who knows, maybe it is just my Monkey, maybe he is going to grow up to have ADHD or  something? Though I have read that a short attention span is normal so I hope not. Either way though I will continue to try things out as I know that eventually he will play longer by himself and be occupied by something for a slightly longer period. Bring on that day is all I can say 🙂

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What to do with a fussy eater?

I’ve written a little on this subject before, talking about the mealtime battles we are having at the moment, but it is still weighing on my mind a lot. I have always tried really hard to give Monkey a lot of variety in his food, following advice that says this will help his tastes develop and mean he doesn’t grow fussy. During weaning he was always really good and there was of course a few things he didn’t like, but he generally ate whatever we gave him, fruit, vegetables, everything.

Then it just seemed to change. Where he used to eat apple quite happily, now he won’t touch it. He loved Pasta, but now either won’t touch it, or spits it out. Luckily there is still a lot of good, nutritious food that he will eat, and he is good with cooked vegetables etc but I do worry about his fussiness and it really limits what I can give him. We also have the battles where, when I can get him to taste the food, he realises he likes it and eats it happily, and I am trying so many different tricks and methods to get him to eat and it is so draining. Sometimes if the TV is on, he’ll eat whatever is in front of him. Sometimes if we leave him alone he will eat better. Sometimes having his own fork with something on it, will make him take that first bite. But none of these things work all the time, and some of them aren’t ideal. I certainly don’t want to have to have the TV on at most mealtimes just to make sure he eats!

I have been reading a variety of sources to get help with this and am still none the wiser! Should I just give him the food and then it’s up to him if he eats? But then what happens for the rest of the day when he is miserable and cranky because he is tired having not eaten. It just makes the next mealtime worse and the time in between completely miserable for both of us. I have on occasion tried to force feed him – just to try and get him to take that first bite – but then I come to my senses because of course that isn’t the way to go!

There are a number of websites online aimed at helping parents with this sort of thing and all are happy to share their wisdom. Some makes you feel better, others really don’t! Cow and Gate baby club was saying how bad it is for the child to watch TV while eating (Making me feel like a bad mother), then I was reading Mumsnet and their article suggests that occasionally watching TV during a meal isn’t all bad (feeling less like a bad mother). They of course do have some more useful advice. For example apparently about 50% of all toddlers are fussy eaters so I am not alone.

I’ve always been a big fan of Supernanny Jo Frost and so bought her book ‘Confident Toddler Care’ which I really like for her no nonsense approach. But I have to say I was a bit gutted to read last night that in 20 years she has never had a fussy eater and that the reason for this is that Parents create the fussy eater. Thanks Jo, feeling so good right now! I’ve tried my best, I’ve always given him mostly homemade meals with a variety of fruits and vegetables, so why has he gotten fussy lately. Of course I don’t expect an answer, but obviously I have gone wrong somewhere down the line, though god knows where!

One thing I have read is that it takes 12-15 times for a new food to be accepted by the palate, but am I alone in thinking that’s a hell of a lot of wasted food? Who has the money to buy and waste food 15 times? And do you let them eat something else that they do like each time you offer them this new food, to make sure they eat something?  And what about the food they used to like, and now don’t? Their palate has obviously got used to it but they now won’t eat it so what are you supposed to do?

I go backwards and forwards on the whole topic and drive myself round the bend. Sometimes I decide not to stress about it and to just feed him the things I know he does like over and over again, but then again we sometimes still have the trouble of getting him to take a bite in the first place! And I’ve read that he’ll eat when he’s hungry, but sometimes he is so hungry that he’s exhausted and is barely awake, but that doesn’t make the feeding any easier, in fact when he isn’t quite so desperately hungry he eats a little better, but if he’s not hungry enough when we have different problems. It just isn’t easy. No matter which way I look at it, there doesn’t seem to be any easy solution to the problems we’re facing.

I guess I just have to take things one step at a time. We are trying to reduce the amount of meals where the TV is turned on. We are trying to introduce some new foods alongside other meals (this morning he put the tiniest sliver of grape in his mouth, and I was really pleased, until he retched and nearly threw up his fruity yoghurt) and most importantly I am trying to stay calm, even if he won’t eat and not try and force feed him at all, even if just to get him to take the first bite. I’m also trying to cut back on the number of biscuits and sweet things he has. We were so good in the early days but as mealtimes have got harder we have come to rely on them more, because at least then we knew he was eating something, but that has to stop too. I am still reading supernanny’s book, but all the solutions seem to be aimed at much older children with a higher level of understanding and reasoning that at nearly 14 months, Monkey doesn’t have.

Anyway I am sure this won’t be the last post about mealtimes so will keep you posted!

Post holiday blues and being thankful for other mummy friends!

Coming home from holiday was like coming back to Earth with a bump. With a mountain of laundry to do, reorganising our house after the decorators had been and generally getting back to the routines of day to day life it all had me feeling a bit gloomy. Let’s face it, not matter what job you do, coming back after a break is often not the most exciting prospect, and I guess being a stay at home mum isn’t that different. I’m not even sure how to put it into words other than that I was feeling glum.

But one thing I have learnt as a stay at home mum is that life must go on, even if you are feeling low. The jobs around the house still need doing (though at least they can be delayed) but most importantly your little one still needs entertaining and to be cared for. What’s the phrase, no rest for the wicked? No rest for the mummy more like 🙂 So I plodded my way through the week, doing what I could do plaster a smile on my face. I resumed the morning walks with my lovely neighbour, and that definitely helped. I really find that when I am feeling down, getting out of the house is more important than ever. We all know the feeling of wanting to just curl up at home, but with a little one that isn’t really an option and in my opinion, isn’t very fair on the monkey, and actually never makes me feel any better.

So when a couple of my other mummy friends suggested taking the kiddies to a local farm and play centre on Friday I ignored my initial reservations and jumped at the chance. Friday came and it was the gloomiest morning of all but I sucked it up and went anyway because I knew I would enjoy it when I was there. And you know what, I really did. I was so glad I went and was able to catch up with my friends. Monkey is still afraid of sheep unfortunately and so we had a very clingy start to the visit, but once we moved into play areas (and after he had some food) he loved it too.

We came home after a few hours and Monkey had a lovely long nap, and after a gloomy few days I felt much happier and much more like myself again. Just being able to chat with my friends really helped and honestly I think it does us all good. Talking to other mummy friends just reminds you that you are not alone and that we all have good days and less good days. We empathise, commiserate and laugh with each other and feel much more refreshed afterwards. I think it helps that we also tire the kiddies out to the point where they have a lovely long sleep when we get home :).

So yes, thank goodness for my other mummy friends 🙂

 

A very lovely family holiday

The Theme for The Theme Game this week is Holiday. I planned on writing a new post but didn’t get much further than writing “I really need a holiday.” So as a one line post would be a bit dull, here is a look back to our holiday last year and the post I wrote on our return, with some pictures of sunny days to get us through the dreary end of February 🙂

So we are back from our week in the sun and we really had an amazingly lovely time as a family. The hotel we stayed at was great and very family oriented, so there was lots of shade around the pool area, a fantastic kiddy play area and  lovely little kids pool. Before we left I wrote a post about the planning and preparations for our holiday, and I have to admit even I thought I was taking the planning and prep a bit far. I spent so much time thinking about every eventuality and it felt like I was taking everything bar the kitchen sink! But honestly in hindsight I wouldn’t do it differently. I really think all my planning helped us to have a really relaxed week.

The view from our balcony

The view from our balcony

The journey out – the worst bit of the week

If anything, this was the most stressful part of the holiday. As our flight was very early on Tuesday morning we booked a hotel at the airport for the Monday night. So on Monday afternoon, at Monkey’s naptime we headed out. We thought this would be perfect timing as he would sleep on the way to the hotel. We left the house and immediately an engine warning light pops up on my car. We pull over a couple of mins down the road, and by this time Monkey has already zonked in the back bless him! Get the car book out and it says to turn the engine on and off a few times and it should go away unless there is a serious problem. Do this and nope still there. By now we are panicking slightly as we have only just bought hubby’s car and so not done any real drives in it, and haven’t bought any kind of breakdown cover for it, we only have this for my car. One last try and the light goes out, thank goodness for that, we are on our way! Unfortunately monkey didn’t sleep the whole way as we hoped but with the help of a music cd in the car he managed without too much screaming.

After a slightly stressful and exhausting trip from the holiday parking to the hotel, via a bus and a longer than expected walk up a hill, across a couple of busy roads and then down a very steep slope, (with a buggy, two suitcases, a hand luggage case on wheels and 2 other big bags) we got to the hotel and was all fine. After only a little bit of protesting Monkey slept fine over night and the trip to the airport in the morning wasn’t too bad either (at least we knew what the walk  to the bus stop had in store for us by now!) Monkey was good as gold at the airport, we had breakfast and checked in and we were fine until boarding. We got on the plane and got out some bits to keep monkey entertained – the stickers worked a treat!

The problem was that there was a slight mix up with someone’s ticket and two people with the same surname ended up being allocated the same seats and for some reason involving checking the amount of luggage on board the plane, we had to sit  in the plane, on the tarmac for an hour before taking off. We used up our best entertainment material during this time so when we eventually took off, Monkey was thoroughly bored of being sat and restrained on mummy’s lap! Once we were up in the air we resorted to the trusty portable DVD player and monkey very much enjoyed watching Postman Pat, until it was nearly time to land and he unexpectedly dozed off in my lap for landing. Not what we thought would happen but it did work well and helped us for the rest of the journey. After a bit of a wait we got the bus to the resort and started to get used to our surroundings.

Because of his impromptu nap in the morning, and the new surroundings, Monkey didn’t sleep in the afternoon at all and this led to a slightly stressful afternoon with an unhappy monkey and rather fraught parents! Not the best start to our holiday but we tried to make the best of it. Tea time was particularly difficult, not helped by a really grumpy woman at the next table who kept staring, shaking her head, tutting and generally judging us throughout the meal! Not what I needed and I was pretty unhappy after that. We got ourselves some wine and nibbles and decided to let monkey have a slightly early night and settle ourselves down for a night on the balcony. We were lucky to get a lovely view over the bar and pool area so even though we were on the balcony the whole time, we felt like we were still part of the atmosphere.

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The rest of the week – fun times and friendly people

There was obviously ups and downs throughout the week, as there is at home, but for the most part we had a really lovely time. Most of the people we came into contact with were really lovely and very friendly. We got very friendly with a few other families who all had little ones ranging from 10-12 months which was really lovely. Nice to have people to empathise with the difficult bits and enjoy the good bits of the first family holiday, all from a similar perspective. Monkey loved the play area and he really enjoyed the pool which we were quite surprised about. Considering how clingy he has been when we have been swimming at home, he was brilliant in the pool there. It may be something to do with the depth as he could stand in it, or potentially seeing other kids enjoying it, but whatever it was he loved it. From day one he was itching to get in there and even though it was pretty freezing (before the sun had a chance to heat it up) he was loving being in there, walking around, being whizzed around by daddy, kicking his little legs, and being splashed up and down. It was brilliant fun for all of us.

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Our first trip to the beach was less successful, mainly because monkey had a cold. We thought he wasn’t quite himself, but it’s always difficult to know whether to abandon plans or give it a go. We decided to give it a go, and he was fairly happy initially, but he doesn’t really like the sun in his eyes (not that we can get him to wear a hat or sunglasses for more than 30s, which would help!) and then gradually he just got really unhappy. He eventually fell asleep in his buggy, in the morning, which he Never does. He still kept his afternoon nap too which is very unusual if he has had a brief snooze in the morning, so he obviously needed it! Our next trip to the beach was much more successful, even though this was to the beach nearest hotel which is a 10 min walk down a load of steps and steep hills. Carrying him back up the steps and hills was exhausting but it was worth it as we had a lovely morning at the beach and he really enjoyed making sandcastles and paddling in the sea 🙂

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After a couple of days eating and sleeping settled down as well, mealtimes were still a bit iffy at times, but that’s just how mealtimes are for us at the moment I think, as I have posted before! Bath time and bedtime were lovely though and he settled really easily so hubby and I could enjoy some downtime on the balcony with cocktails/sangria/wine. Just lovely really. We also took it in turns to be upstairs with him during naptimes in the afternoons so we could each enjoy the pool and hubby even had a massage by the pool one afternoon! Very nice to leave behind all the jobs and chores for a week and really have a good relax 🙂

The journey home – not the best end

Our lovely week drew to an end – far too quickly – and we packed up and headed home. All not too bad really, although Monkey fell over at the airport and got a massive cut on his lip, poor thing, just landed badly but shook him up a bit. Then there was some weird problem with air traffic control in the UK which meant our flight wasn’t allowed to leave and was delayed by over an hour. Not great when it is around naptime and Monkey is getting cranky. Then we got on the plane and ended up sat on the tarmac for ages again, honestly never known anything like it! Monkey fell asleep as we took off though and slept most of the way home. Unfortunately all of these delays meant we hit the M1 at rush hour (fun) and then there was an accident on the A1 and we sat in a queue of traffic for an hour and a half until it was cleared. Aaaargh! I just want to get home!! Again though, thank goodness for the DVD player and postman pat, definitely helped, although it was now way past monkey’s bedtime by the time we got home. So not the best ending to what was a fantastic week, but certainly didn’t ruin it, and we have lots of lovely memories of Monkey’s first holiday 🙂

 

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