Crazy stuff my family say #2

Big Beautiful has come out with some random stuff tonight.
She woke screaming from a bad dream in which she was apparently doing a dot 2 dot puzzle when someone made her jump! Whilst cuddling her she came out with this:


“yes baby”

“I dont know about having a pet snake”

Me: totally confused as this was never, ever an option for a pet…ever

“oh, ok then, why not?

“well…” Totally serious face “I dont like them”

Good glad we cleared that up!


My 5yo has a boyfriend.

I have come to the conclusion that my family are nuts…totally bonkers.

The crap they come out with is truly amazing and I am taking The Hoarders advice and writing it all down.

I often wake The Hoarder on a regular basis. This sounds cruel and it is especially when I could do with a laugh. However, if I didn’t wake him he would actually sleep all day (I should add that he works nights!)

This morning he asked me to” bring them in here (the bedroom) and ask it what it was doing with the decorations at his work???”  WTF? I only asked him what time he was getting up. This is what I get every morning…some random stuff that makes no sense, him sat up and eyes open, looking very much awake…at least to me.

So I’m starting with my 5 year  olds conversation with me tonight. If I can figure out how to do it, I may dedicate a page to them too.

Big Beautiful has a boyfriend

The Hoarder insists he is moving out when the girls hit their teens. He also insists that they are not going to have boyfriends. I can quite believe that he will scare any poor lad that comes calling for either of our daughters as I have seen his Big Brother act on a poor young 17 year old who came to call for his little sister.

So when Big Beautiful told me a secret tonight as I tucked her into bed, I almost laughed my head off.

“Mummy I like Joseph, he always makes me ‘larwf'” (I swear this is how she said it whilst face palming herself!)

“That is good sweetie, you never used to get on with Joseph did you?”

“No, but I like him cos he makes me larwf by pulling faces and calling me to watch him fall over!” I’m thinking Joseph is flirting with my daughter here and he is good at it!

“He sounds very funny baby”

“He is Mummy. I think I might have a boyfriend?”  Ah No! What to say? ok Default counselling mode….Paraphrasing!

“You think you have a boyfriend babe?”

“Yeah mummy, I feel like I have a boyfriend…don’t tell daddy though” She is sniggering behind her hands…where does she get this from?

I’m doubled over by this point ” Why can’t we tell daddy? You know you can have a friend who is a boy and that is a boyfriend” Wishful thinking? I know where this is going, but I am determined to keep it innocent…to keep her innocent.

“No I think I am gonna marry him”…yeah we wont be telling daddy this. Just like we didn’t tell him that she loved Harry from One Direction and felt like she wanted to kiss him ( her exact words!!)

“Mummy, did you have a boyfriend…when you were in college?” Oh Boy!

“Yes baby, but now daddy is my boyfriend”

“I told daddy that he has to marry you”

“Did you baby?”

“Yep…he said Naghhh.” Silence “I think he meant no Mummy”

Yep, great…get to sleep….


Daddy will be woken on several occasions on a morning from now on to provide material for our entertainment…no I’m not bitter. (I am!)


It’s Christmas time in the city

“I must be insane”.

I thought to myself as I pushed a tired, screaming 2-year-old around the hustle and bustle of a city centre on a Saturday weeks before Christmas. Not only that I had a 5 year old in tow, who after getting a warm chocolate smeared waffle, decided she wanted to go home.

“Who’s idea was this?”

Oblivious shoppers stepped out in front of my push chair…very risky especially as I could quite happily have rammed them with said push chair after the 3rd or 4th time! Some even shoved passed my slow-moving buggy just to stop in front of me, those I could also have rammed with my push chair, quite happily.

The crazy frantic women who assault small children with their large quantities of baggage…sometimes even just their handbag as they rush from shop to shop. I lost count the times I heard “Mummy, that person just hit me on the head!” or “That man/lady just shoved passed me…isn’t that rude mummy?”

Yes it is! It is one thing to shove and jostle each other as you wander oblivious through city streets, but keep an eye out for little heads and feet around you. I can’t imagine how scary all those shoppers look to little people, at elbow hight who are knocked and hit simply because they are too small to be seen under all your Christmas treasures.

Fortunately there are those out there who restore my faith in human nature. I seem to find them around me when I need them most; like little angels bringing warmth and compassion to our cold, hard city shopping malls and high streets.

I don’t look for them, they just appear out of no where and then slip away again. . . This post is for you.

The lovely lady who chatted to my children in the street about Santa and school, who didn’t bat an eye lid at my chatterbox 5-year-old not pausing for breath.

The lady who tapped the two ladies in front of me on the shoulder and asked them to move after she had spotted me stuck there but unable to make myself heard over the loud Christmas songs and shoppers.

But most of all the man at the fruit and veg stall where I bought some chestnuts for the girls to try. He bought my children a small handful of cherries that Big Beautiful had her eye on , but I could not buy today. You made two little girls very happy in what had been a very stressful hour for us all.

As I look back on today, because of some very special strangers we met, I don’t feel harassed or in need of a glass of wine (well maybe a small one?)  Instead I remember the girls joy at seeing the City Christmas lights for the first time, the wonderful Christmas market and the warm waffles we all had with chocolate or Maple syrup, seeing the wonderful Fenwick’ Christmas window, looking for gifts for our family, dancing and singing to Christmas songs in the shops like no one was watching (I’m sure they were lol) and free cherries!

I have learnt a valuable lesson today:

Don’t venture into the City Centre on a Saturday with two small children, especially just before Christmas. I can only imagine it will get worse!

And if I really have to?

It might not be too bad x

Anyway up 360 Toddler cup – a review

For a long time now I have battled with Smaller beautiful’ terrible two’s. I’m actually beginning to think that rather than tantrums she is simply trying to turn my hair grey, make me lose any sanity I may have remaining … Continue reading

{This Moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. 

If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see. as found on Mothering with Mindfulness and  Inspired by Soulemama.


{This Moment}


{This Moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. As found on Mothering with Mindfulness

If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see. Inspired by Soulemama.

Dear Big Beautiful (Happy Birthday)

 May you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes 

May you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes

I can’t believe your 5 ! Where has that time gone? Before I know it you will be grown and gone! I can’t bare this thought right now. I have been thinking back over the last few years and how our lives have changed. You have changed mine for the better of course. I know I sometimes get angry and shouty. Especially when I am tired, I also know that the last 2 years have been difficult with the arrival of your little sister and the sleepless nights. I am sorry that I was so distant for a lot of that, please know that I really tried to think of your needs and the quality time you needed from me. I always value our girlie days together and I know that you do too.

Despite the long hard nights and another person being invited into our lives you have adapted to the role of big sister amazingly. Your little sister adores you and the grown up way your share your things with her (most of the time) is wonderful to watch.

I wonder where you get your bossiness from? **attempts innocent look towards reader**

I adore this photo as it shows your personality so perfectly!

You have always been such a sensitive soul, we learnt quickly after you came home, not to hand you over to visitors immediately as it always ended in screams. Instead we found you liked to suss folk out and get used to these people in your space before you let them hold you. We knew then you knew your own mind and that as a highly sensitive little girl you would need us to be in tune with your needs.

certainly knows her own mind

This never seemed to be a problem darling. You knew if I was upset and cried if I was angry…sometimes even before I had even realised how I was feeling myself! The day I cried over a phone call I had, had and you sought out the box of tissues then came to wipe my eyes you were only 2 or three…I thought my heart would burst right there, you beautiful angel of mine!

You taught me to be mindful of my emotions and how I was feeling in the here and now. I learnt to hold you close to my heart in these moments, taking deep breaths and slowing my heart rate down which always calmed you.

I love you!

I loved these moments we shared and the connectedness I felt with you.

Everyone who meets you falls in love with you darling – the staff at Day care (who jumped at the chance to be key workers for your sister after you), You amazed teachers in pre-school with your imagination and creativity. I will never forget Mrs W telling us that it is you who makes up the games for all the kids to play and how she spoke to your reception teacher over the phone to tell her about your art work. They loved that every morning you strolled into Nursery and asked to make a new animal…especially when that animal was a badger out of a Yogurt pot with strips of black paper, all without the use of a picture to guide you! The next day you asked to make it a home.

When I think about your future, I only ever see good and happiness in your life. I can’t wait to meet the adult you will be and see the career you will choose as I am certain that there is a very special reason you are here and that you made such an amazing recovery from the traumatic birth and the days following. Don’t ever waste the precious gift you have my angel.

Your love and compassion for people around you, whoever they are is truly humbling. I never thought that you could get any more beautiful than when you were born. How wrong I was.

I love you more

Everyday, week, month and year you grow more and more beautiful. They say beauty is only skin deep…but not with you sweetheart. You are beautiful inside and out and I am truly happy that not only I got to meet you, but that I got to be your mummy.

Happy 5th Birthday my Beautiful Princess x

Please read our 3 part post about My Big princess and the day she entered our world

The day I met and almost lost my daughter (part 1)

How can you mend a broken heart…and lungs (part2)

We really are that lucky (part 3)

My baby girl on her first bike! Happy birthday baby

{This Moment}

{this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. As found on Mothering with Mindfulness

If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see. Inspired by Soulemama.

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Teaching kids to see the good in someone they don’t like? A Nature v’s Nurture debate?

I saw this title in a tweet from stress free kids. It made me think about my children, mainly my eldest.

Big Princess has always had a wonderful attitude towards other people.

From the moment she was born I recognised how empathetic she is. If I was stressed out/upset it always had a negative impact on her, as I’m sure it does on most young children, but often she would pick up on it before I had said or done anything! If she was upset I could ALWAYS calm her by slowing my breathing and entering a very calm and relaxed state. I mainly focused and was mindful of her hearing my heart rate and me slowing that to a gentle soothing rhythm.

As a toddler she would gravitate towards people who were calm and less (but not avoid) from those who I would describe as highly strung.
At this time The Hoarders dad was gravely ill with cancer & Big Princess could usually be found curled up with him asleep or watching tv, she would always be gentle & quiet with him as though she knew exactly what he needed.

At nursery this had not changed. She can be boisterous & lively as any child, she is creative and according to her reports is often found making up games for everyone to play…everyone.

This included a little boy who often had problems with the other kids, Including Big Princess. In first year of nursery he had a fascination with her hair…he kept pulling it regularly. They had to be separated & I even stopped putting colourful hair bobbles and pigtails in her hair until it stopped.

Despite this Big Princess would invite him to play her games & include him in the group she played with on the condition he would be a good boy. When he was naughty, like the time he pushed her down a hill, she would talk to him & ask him why? Could he try to be nice so they could all play together?

Now they are at primary school. Some of the other parents had told me he would not be in the same school & how relieved they were at this…The little boy is in the same school & in the same class (there are 3 reception classes) He always shouts for my Big Princess on a morning and she always goes over to see him.
Apparently he plays nicely at school now, she even told me that when she was upset he ran over to her hugged her & gave her a really smoochie kiss!

We never taught Big Princess to be like this with people, we have not consciously taught her empathy, although granted she could have picked this up from the way we treat and talk to her… Rather I think it’s who she is and we encourage her to be who she is. This is nature rather than nurture. Especially since Smaller Beautiful is totally different. She has a wonderful firey temper and is hard to calm, whilst still being a very loving child…it is under her terms!

Big Beautiful, naturally, see’s the good in people, even those who may not be good to her. I hope that this stays with her and that no one hurts her so much that she turns her back on the goodness that can be found in human nature, especially as some days it’s hard to believe that there is any at all

Sometimes I wish I could be more like her.