What’s in a name?
How do you go about naming your child? After yourself? After family members? Just pick names you like?
Its so hard – my husband and I go along the lines of names we like, without using family names, as we find this causes less arguments and less people tend to sulk if you don’t use anyone’s names at all. But it’s still such a difficult task.
As an ex-teacher there are many names I just couldn’t use as they remind me of old students, and then you have the ‘that’s a naughty name’ ‘that’s a common name’ ‘that’s so and so’s child’s name’ problems. I’ll never forget the upset a dear friend of mine who had picked out a perfect name for their unborn child and then two days before she was due a very famous film star used the name and she worried she’d always be seen as copying them. For some this may not bother them, but it would bother me so I completely understand why she changed names at the last minute.
Naming this baby was, up until last week, a breeze.
Should Fireworks Be Sold To The General Public?
Should fireworks be sold to the general public? Every year we hear horror stories about people getting hurt in their gardens as they try and light fireworks or go back to ones that haven’t lit. They cause fear for people and animals and are dangerous and loud. I think perhaps people are just complacent over their use and forget that they are explosives!
Shop Assistants Stop Pressurising Me – A Rant From A Budgeting Mum!
I do a lot of my shopping online, but recently have needed to shop on the highstreet. I foolishly thought it would be nice to do a bit of browsing and buying in my local town (trying to support local economy).
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a pushy shop assistant, and oh my goodness, there are a lot of them out there at the moment. I completely ’get’ that shop assistants are told to ‘upsell’ and have targets to meet, I understand that companies are feeling the financial squeeze too…but just stop it!
During a one hour shop today I was harassed 4 times..and I’m going to name and shame because they’ve driven me batty:
THE most versatile cake recipe ever
This recipe was passed to me by my mother in law; it’s totally foolproof and incredibly versatile. A great standby for winter – and because it takes an hour and a half to two hours to cook it’s also great for winter, since it helps heat the house (and you can bung your jacket potatoes in the oven at the same time to save even more energy!). Do you have any great cake recipe’s? Do share them in the comments.
A letter to Erin
I can’t believe you are almost two, how did that happen? I don’t know where the two years have gone but I sure as hell know what the next one brings and if I could swap places with you I would in a heartbeat. But right now I want to celebrate the past year and think about how much you’ve changed!
You developed such a cheeky character this past year and bring out the best in all of us. You have amused us so much with the lengths you will go to to get what you want and it normally involves food!! From taking the pop tarts to helping yourself straight from the cupboards.
Everything Is a Rocket!
“Five, Four, Three, Two, One FAST OFF!!!” These days Ben turns anything and everything into a rocket ship from his toast in the morning, colouring pencils, Coco the chihuahua’s bone to his ice cream cones while we were on holidays – any random object can go ‘fast off’! (I do tell him it’s ‘blast off’ but so far ‘fast off’ has stuck which I have to say I find really rather cute.) This is of course always followed by a series of swishing sounds and other impressive rocket noises as he launches his selected object up into the air on it’s way to the moon.
PUSSY GALORE, MEET MRS PLOD-ALONG
I always wanted a cool nickname. As cool as The Fonz or Mr. October, or cute and sexy like, you know, Pussy Galore.
Well today the dream died. It happened whilst I was dropping the kids off at school. I was late as usual, and all psyched up to negotiate the school’s door security (double doors, outer lobby, entry buzzer concealed behind massive papier-mache dinosaur, more double doors, another lobby, you get the picture), when a woman I know suddenly said, “Look at you, Mrs Plod-Along. I love your style.”
Mrs Plod-Along? MRS.PLOD.ALONG?
Deep breath. Chill out. I know that what she really meant was “I love your devil-may-care attitude towards lateness.” (How could she know that beneath my carefree exterior lies pain, paranoia, exhaustion and self-loathing?) But still! Mrs Plod-Along! Are you sure? Don’t you mean Pussy Galore? Didn’t you see the way I emerged Bond-Girl-like from those puddles at the other end of the yard?
Right…I’m going in
This week I’ve done my first ‘review’ on the blog, and, completely coincidentally, it has been a week of great blogger vs blagger debate. So I’m leaving the Cheetahs for a day (they’re bowling, again) and am going to dive, albeit slightly tentatively, and possibly into the shallow end, of this much discussed point.
Since becoming a mummy
I find that my appreciation for them has grown even more.
I can only now, really understand the sacrifices that they made.
I can now understand what it feels like to be in their shoes.
When he was born, I couldn’t wait for my mum and dad to meet him.
I felt so proud of myself.
And I knew that they were proud of me too.
My greatest honour in life has been to become a parent.
And as part of that honour
I also get the pleasure of seeing them become grandparents.
Watching them dote on their grandson.
Watching their relationship with him.
Seeing how much they adore him.
And how much he adores them.
If I can be half the parent to the little man
then I’ll be doing a damn good job!
I was at the park the other day with Mya and noticed two very different parents.
There was Parent A who happily sat nattering to her friends whilst their child fearlessly launched themselves off the top of a ten foot climbing frame, narrowly escaping permanent paralysis.
And Parent B who followed their child’s every move like a shadow, fearing that if they let go of that child they would immediately be taken down by a rogue swing or perhaps Parent A’s child falling from the sky!
This got me wondering.
Every parent I know has natural fears and anxieties about their child’s health and well-being.
But what happens when these fears become irrational?
When does normal worry and concern turn into something more serious?
Why Do Mums Feel Guilty?
As a Mum and as a wife I always feel I could do better. I reflect at the end of the day and think I should have been more patient with the children, I should have spent more time playing with the children, I should have cleaned more around the house. However I work 3 days a week, I do not spend a lot of time sitting around watching TV, I do clean, tidy, cook and wash and I do play and read with the children. I feel that most of the time I am doing so many things that nothing is actually done properly! It is because of this when I asked my husband to describe me using one word he said a frog (because I leap from one thing to another). I am sure that I am not the only parent to feel like this so what can we do?
Wot so funee?- the end of the world..
Little Miss Sunshine (age 3) comes out with some corkers and I have been looking forward to joining in with the lovely Actually Mummy’s Wot So Funee? for ages but the problem is I can’t remember most of those funny moments. This week I was determined to join in and it was inspired by her total lack of awareness of the concept of time and space!
Speed Networking with the TWMiB’s
So last Wednesday saw another monthly get together for the Tunbridge Wells Mums in Business ladies (TWMiB) at The Spa Hotel with the focus being ‘Speed Networking’…And yes, it was exactly like how you see it portrayed on TV, apart from instead of looking for a potential ‘date’, you had 5 minutes to find out as much about each others businesses as possible before moving onto the next person.
It was a great turn-out, which meant that there were lots of inspiring mums to get through and 2.5 hours later, I found myself without a voice and my mind buzzing from information overload! On returning home, I was half torn between flopping exhaustively into bed or entertaining the idea of having a second dinner…Needless to say, food prevailed! But anyway, enough about my rumbling tummy and back to the meeting…
Boys safety threatened- Teachers and Police make swift response
Big drama at our boys’ school yesterday. After a phone called threatened extreme violence against the school, the boys, who all have some type of special educational need, were speedily escorted to the large sports hall where they stayed along with staff, teachers and even the builders for the next five hours, protected by armed police and the police helicopter.
By all accounts, the boys behaved impeccably, despite the lack of lunch – even the catering staff had to seek sanctuary in the hall.
Parents were kept as informed as possible, given the circumstances, although we were understandably frantic, not knowing what was happening and if our sons were in any real danger.
Publishing your blog on Kindle for the technophobe
This week I published my blog for download to a Kindle. How cool is that? I’ve had a Kindle for a while now and use it all the time. I hadn’t realised that I could get blogs on it, let alone that I could publish my own for free and now you can see the Yellow Days listing over on Amazon. There’s quite a few other Kindle Parenting Blogs as well if you want to check them out.