I’ve gone all Julie Andrews…

For reasons I cannot fathom, earlier today I started singing ‘A Few of My Favourite Things‘ to baby A – we were looking for a favourite toy at the time which seems to have disappeared into thin air – or more likely been abandoned in the tsunami of a siblings bedroom (which by Friday means you’ve no hope of finding anything…). I decided one of my favourite things was baby A – nearly 15 months old is just such a brilliant age and I’m really loving it. Of course nearly 6 and 4 1/2 are also turning out to be pretty great ages too, and as we move towards Christmas these ages seem particularly brilliant for the festive season. All the Little Averages are excited about the joy of Christmas, and rather pleasingly it’s not just about presents. They are equally excited about giving presents, about the decorations, taking part in the school nativity and the various projects we’re taking part in to share Christmas gifts or similar with people in the community that may not have as much as us.

We’ve gone a bit bonkers this year, as it feels like a special time child age wise to really enjoy the innocence and magic, so we’ve welcomed Sparkle the Elf (renamed Buddy) into our home… he’s been quite cheeky so far, we put him to bed every night, but then have to find him each morning – once hiding behind the fish tank, then reading a book on the shelves etc. He might turn the milk green with food colouring later…

The singing might continue, it’s allowing a bit of me that I don’t always show to come out and embrace my inner Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way of course!


Ground Hog Day

When you have a family there are many things that people are dying to tell you, usually about 9 months too late! However, there are also MANY things that no one tells you that can come as a shock – this is not a graphic post I promise.

Apart from all the singing which came as a surprise to me, and of course then having to learn all the songs… the main one is the monotony of it all. My neighbour and I call it groundhog day, that permanent deja vu as you fill the washing machine again, the dishes again, the food shopping again, the constant tissues in the bin etc etc. I’ve come up with a range of ways to combat this (sometimes overwhelming) sensation, and it’s a question I often ask other parents, so I thought it might be nice to share some of the ideas…

  • After hearing so many times from my mother about how lucky I am to have disposable nappies and a tumble dryer I started saying ‘thank you’ to my appliances as I use them.
  • One friend shouted ‘Dear God’ when the laundry pile threatened to take over the house, which made her think that folding the laundry might be the only time in the day she gets to pray, so embrace it.
  • As the little Averages get bigger I’ve started to involve them more in chores, and amazingly it can be really nice time together.
  • I begged for these little A’s, so can’t really complain about the stuff that goes with them.
  • Take a day off now and then, leave the dishes and go have fun. We keep a stock of paper plates and instant noodles for those days.
  • The little A’s have a bag each and they use it to take up their toys to their bedroom each night (in theory!)
  • I find that I can only get about 15min windows of opportunity during the day, so little and often works best.