The Rise of the Mummy Blogger
Five months ago I had never heard the phrase “mummy blogger”. I knew people wrote blogs, had stumbled across a few through Google and heard about bloggers getting book deals in the news. I watched Julie and Julia, a film about a cookery blogger although that was mainly because it starred my favourite girl-crush Amy Adams but the blogging side didn’t really have an impact on me. I fell in to writing a blog and for the past few months have just sort of done it without really thinking much about why or where it might be going.
A number of things have happened in the last week which have made me question how I was blogging and what I hope to achieve. Last week the blogosphere (Is that a real word or have I made it up?) was filled with controversy and heated debate about just what it means to be a mummy blogger. Lines were drawn, lines were crossed, sides were chosen, territory was staked, bloggers were staked. Or maybe not.
How Clean Is Your House?
If the shelves are dusty and the pots don’t shine,
it’s because I have better things to do with my time.
As some of to may know from my housework rant the other week, it’s not a job I particularly enjoy doing. Its probably not a job very many of us love is it? I do get a sense of satisfaction once I have done it and I can see the results and smell the cleaning products I have used as I walk into a room – this does make me feel pleased with my efforts. However, as we all know such pleasure soon turns to frustration when within a few moments of having a toddler and / or his daddy reappear on the scene, total chaos resumes and everything is turned out onto the floor, and items are left on window sills or the dining room table or the kitchen counter etc..
Dealing with a sick Toddler
I was very worried about dealing with a sick toddler. I googled everything I could about sickness bugs in toddlers and posted on every baby site I was a member of on Facebook and got some very good advice, which I think it is only right to share. The most important thing is to stop them from getting dehydrated as it can occur very suddenly in infants and toddlers and become very serious, very quickly. In between vomiting I made sure that she had a drink of water and kept offering water to her when ever I could (she decided that she would only drink iced water out of the glass that I was currently using, but anyway to get it in her was fine by me!) I was advised by the health visitor that if she was hungry to let her eat (she did have a piece of bread at about 7.30pm) and it was probably just a viral thing that had to run itself out of her system . If she had a temperature, to give paracetamol or ibuprofen for kids and if it continued for more than 48 hours, get her checked out by a doctor….
Stories About Orange Children
My eldest son said that he was white the other day. He has said it to me before, but it never stops me from panicking about so many different things all at the same time: has he rejected his ‘black side’; do we visit my partners family enough; has someone said something to him at school; is the area we live in suitable for mixed-race children to grow up in; should we move?! After about five minutes, I generally calm down and start to think logically (i.e. that he is only four!). I had shown my son a picture in a magazine of a young mixed-race boy (brown skin, brown eyes, hair in cornrows) and a white boy (blond/brown hair, blue eyes, slight tan) and asked him who he felt he looked most like. He had pointed to the white boy.
Bonfire Magic with Country Kids
We had a lovely Bonfire Party here at Coombe Mill today. The evening began with a BBQ in the car park while the sun went down and the children played, then moved to the front lawn for a ceremonial effigy burning – The EU came in for the smoke this year, headed by Guy Fawkes on his horse! Farmer Nick then turned out a magnificent firework display for all the children.
Bonfire Party highlights captured on Video for Country Kids
What is it with toddlers and their fascination with finding everything poo or wee related funny or is it just mine?
We are a little wee and poo obsessed in my house at the moment as I have all three using the potty! There is constant praise and now all three will applaud each other when one is done. It however does not stop there, we have poo heads, poo pies, and yesterday I was shocked to hear Noah say let’s have a squirt fight, to which Little Madam attempted to hold her pretend willy and pee like a boy!
I hope I am not the only one who has experienced embarrassing toilet antics but here are some of mine for you.
Forget The Jigsaw Puzzle, I’m In Love
The way I am feeling at the moment does not translate well into writing. Not because it’s not interesting or in fact, a HUGE deal, but because I can’t allow myself to think about it too much. Not long enough to write a coherent paragraph anyway.
You see, I feel fine.
I don’t know what it is – I honestly can’t put my finger on what has changed in my mindset or why I feel fine. And that is mainly because I won’t allow myself to.
Right now I’m not only making it through each day but I am making it through each day with a smile on my face.
Naughty Rendezvous – new rubenesque title by Victoria Blisse
To me sexiness is a state of mind, not a dress size but it took me a long time to work that out! That’s why we created the Ultimate Curves erotic romance range which celebrates curvy girls and the people who love them.
Victoria Blisse is a excellent writer who specializes in writing rubenesque erotica. Her latest book Naughty Rendezvous, has just got a fantastic 5 out of 5 review.
The benefits of wooden toys
Bake and Decorate Cupcake SetThis week I thought I’d take a closer look at some of our toys and you’ll notice that many are wooden toys. This isn’t just because the they look good (though they do!) but because there are many benefits to playing with wooden toys.
Firstly, wooden toys are beautifully crafted and durable – the very best can be handed down from generation to generation. And as they are much harder to break than plastic toys, their playing shelf life happily extends through several children (and their friends!)
Construction vehicleThere is also something wonderfully warm about wood, being an organic, tactile, natural material. No one could ever …
Changing Tracks: Fix You by Coldplay
When my husband and I were dating we went to see Coldplay on their arena tour for the album X & Y. We had a fantastic night, despite having to stand for hours in the cold and rain. The most memorable part of the night was when they played Fix You. We were lucky enough to be there on the night that they were filming for the video!
It was one of those moments that I will remember for the rest of my life. A goosebumps moment. It was just so epic, the song, the pyrotechnics, the atmosphere, everything. I remember turning around and looking at Butwhydaddywhy with tears in my eyes and a big grin on my face. In that moment I was so happy.
Well, I’m back. One week in to being a mother. Jesus has it been one very long and hard week.
Let’s rewind shall we…
The last time I wrote to you all I was moaning about the lack of Coco Pops and waiting to be told my waters were going to be broken. That didn’t go according to plan. At 2cm dilated STILL, I had to have another shot of gel, my final shot before we moved onto Plan B. Super majorly pissed off at this point.
Fast forward a few hours and praise the lord, the contractions had started. Wednesday was going to be the day I got this little madam out…
Charlie & Lola-ish moneybox
I rue the day I let my toddler go on the crappy kids’ ride at the supermarket. “The airplane” has become a mild obsession. You wanna know the worst bit? I did a quick shop run over the weekend, and it’s gone. Replaced by some pink jeep thing. I’ll have to break that traumatic news next time we visit.
While I’m mostly saving up for the kids’ therapy, ToddlerGirl is mostly saving up for these rides. All of which is a round-about way of getting to the point that she needed a moneybox. Which needed decorating.
I know my parenting falls short at times, but I don’t know whether to be worshipping at the feet of Charlie and Lola’s never-seen mum, or reaching for social services’ phone number. She’s remarkably ‘hands-off’ in her approach, leading to genuine concerns she may be slumped over a bottle of gin somewhere. My fears solidified after reading “I’m not sleepy and I will not go to bed”, in which Charlie’s told to put Lola to bed. Which he does: giving her a bath, bedtime drink, brushing teeth, getting her pyjamas on, tucking her in… and of course, being Lola it’s not quite that straightforward…
Fussy Eating Equals Lazy Parenting?
So whilst I accept that many fussy eaters are not improved by their parents, I do wish to put my hand up and say ‘Don’t judge me’. You may not abide fussy eaters. I didn’t either, and then I got one. I rate getting him to eat a diet that now resembles a normal, more or less healthy one as one of my greatest ever achievements. Generally I prefer not to eat out with friends, which either leads to a big very public showdown or to me backing away from our house rule, being he must try some food before he can get down. I don’t ask, nor would I expect people to cater differently for me or my child, but I really do appreciate any support I receive in dealing with the fussy eating. One day I hope to talk about meal times in terms that don’t include the words ‘battle’ or ‘fight’. We’ll get there, eventually, it just isn’t an easy road.
widowed by the ‘war’
We’ve all seen the adverts and the social media are constantly talking about it, Call of duty modern warfare three has arrived. I think I’ve got a headache already, I spent the whole of yesterday searching for the best deal because “babe your better at it than me” I finally found the deal the hubby was looking for and with all the excitement in the air; I went for a nap
Where do you do it?
Where do you do it? Blog I mean.
Here is a picture of my precious MacBook Pro in amongst the potato peelings. This is not a life that I had imagined for it when I brought it home from the Apple Store. I had hoped to offer a cosseted existence of comfort and luxury, where there were no sticky fingers or hard, tiled floors. Instead I hurl it about the place and use it as a chopping board.
At the time of writing I was catching up on X Factor, while cooking dinner, blogging and tweeting. I stopped for a moment and decided to take a picture of the whole sorry scene.
So, where do you blog? And what does the state of your blogplatz say about you?
I would love to know if you are all slatterns like me, who blog wherever and whenever you can, even if that is in the toilet – it has been known at Bibsey Towers, although needing a poo is no guarantee of privacy in this house.
Or maybe you are a saintly, super-neat and organised person and have a special dedicated and hallowed area for blogging.
This is an open invitation…
Hang the Routine Sometimes
From 3 o’clock, or 4 o’clock on the days I am working, I am like a woman posessed.
Get everyone picked up, get home, dish out snacks, get homeworks done, start dinner while helping with homeworks, serve dinner, make boys practice piano, clean up, etc, etc.You get the picture, I’m sure everyone elses house is no different.
Every minute counts when you are working towards the deadline, in this case bed time.
Some days an after school activity throws this all out of sync and I am stressing out about fitting everything in.
People say to me, that’s great you’ve got another one away to school. But in actual fact with each one that starts school there is another pick up time, another circle of friends to arrange visits with, more clubs to join.
I feel guilty that the little ones spend so much time in the car sometimes.
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