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Messy Play With Shaving Foam and Cotton Wool


I bought a can of shaving foam for 26p at Sainsbury’s a while back intending to do messy play.  I had seen a post on The Imagination Tree’s blog (check it out-it’s full of lovely ideas!), and that was the inspiration for buying the shaving foam.  It’s sat in the cupboard since then, and then yesterday I decided it was time we did messy play again.  There was no forecasted rain and it was quite warm outside.  I got the tuff spot out, and while Miss E ate her snack sat with Mr P, I shredded up all the cotton wool.  When we was done we took it and the can of shaving foam outside.  I dumped the cotton wool onto the tuff spot then squirted a can of shaving foam onto it and we mixed it in.  It was the most lovely, squishy, soft, fluffy play ever.  Miss E loved spreading it all over herself, especially in her air.  She had fun trying to stand up then falling over as the shaving foam made the tuff spot all slippy *close parental supervision is required*.  She was laughing and repeatedly saying, “Slippy, slidey!”  We spent a good hour playing with this, and, of course, she had fun putting it in my hair and on my clothes.  Afterwards she asked for some water in her paddling pool and she enjoyed putting all the fluffy soap into the water and watching it float and also pouring water on herself.  It was very good, and very messy fun!




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When Did You Show Up?


I had determined in my heart I would be a “Yes Mum”.  The one who takes the time to play, takes the time to get out the “messy” stuff.  The one who isn’t bothered if an activity is going to take an age to clear up afterwards.  I wanted my daughter and any subsequent children to have memories of fun, of happy play, of an adult who engaged, of an adult who valued them and wanted to involve them.

But somehow, at some point, SHE showed up.  SHE sucked the fun out.  SHE was too busy cleaning, sorting or something else as equally important.  SHE found it too much effort to get out the paints.  SHE didn’t want to have mess in the house afterwards.  You know who SHE is?  SHE is “No Mum”.  The grouchy, huffy, busy, boring grown up.  Yep, somehow, SHE arrived in our lives.  I didn’t see her coming.  SHE crept in bit by bit I think, but I realised SHE was around when I saw how much SHE had taken over.

When your toddler goes around going, “no, no, no” repeatedly, it’s time to step back and examine!  When I did that I saw myself.  No, Miss E, no.  No, don’t touch that.  No, don’t do that.  No move from there.  No, I am busy.  No, I need to vacuum.  No, not right now.  No, let’s do this.  No, no, no, no, no!  Is it any wonder she’s going round repeatedly saying the word?!  Where is “Yes Mum” anyway?!  Why wasn’t I informed she was departing until she had departed?!

That’s all immaterial really; the main thing to do here is bring her back!  I am determined to be “Yes, Mum” again.  It is easier, for now, to say no.  It is less hassle, but I know, one day, those little arms will no longer be outstretched while a little mouth is saying “up, up!”  She won’t always run round the house with everything that has words on it going, “read, read!”  I need to be “Yes, Mum” now, before it’s too late.

Keep Your Opinions To Yourself


Dear Lady At The Supermarket,

Yes, you will be on the receiving end of my grizzly mama bear side protecting her cub.  You see, no one asked you for your opinion on her behaviour!  You know not me nor my daughter.  You do not know that she has been in this supermarket with parents who have taken their time dawdling over stuff they find interesting.  You do not know that she is worn out and hungry.  You do not know that for 17 months old she has, to this point, been very patient with her mummy and daddy as they saunter round the supermarket.  All you see is this current screaming ball of emotions, and you feel you can assess the situation fully and pass judgement on my child.  I hope you have learned a lesson, and next time you see a toddler in this state you will know to keep your opinions to yourself.  Next time you see a child and feel tempted to call it naughty because it is currently screaming and pitching a fit, I hope you will remember my words back to you and will catch yourself before such nasty words fall off your tongue to complete strangers.  I hope you will look beyond the screaming and have some sympathy for the child.  But if nothing else, I hope you remember your opinions are unwanted and unhelpful, so if you have nothing nice to say about my child or anyone else’s in a similar situation, just keep your lips firmly sealed and move on!

And I hope this letter serves as a reminder for us all, myself included, that we need to stop labelling children, look beyond the emotions and the behaviour manifested and find the root cause.  That is what needs dealing with.  We need to spare some sympathy for the child who is fully dependent on his/her parents to meet all needs.  We need to be understanding that they have yet developed their will enough to be able to control their emotions all the time (and hey, how many adults do this with a 100% pass record 100% of the time and we have many more years on the child!) this is still a work in progress.  We need to realise they have yet to acquire all the words they need to fully express why they are so upset.  So instead of allowing vile words to tumble blithely from our lips, instead let’s spread kind ones or share a kind look with both child and parent.



One Disgruntled Mama

What We Did Last Monday


It’s been a while since I mentioned that I’d post about the fun we got up to on Bank Holiday Monday, but here it is.  It was a beautiful sunny day and we got a big box of potato flakes(smash, instant mash, whatever other names you can think of for the stuff).  I popped the flakes into an old tin, placed it on the tuff spot along with things like funnels, rakes, little trucks etc.  Miss E played with it dry as it was for a while.  She enjoyed scooping, watching it as it fell back through her fingers.  She enjoed making tracks as she pushed the truck through the flakes.







When we got tired of playing with it dry, I added some water via a little bowl Miss E had to play with.  We added water one little bowl at a time.  She loved putting the flake into the water and watching them mix together.  We both loved smooshing the soppy mixture through our fingers on the tuff spot.  In fact, I’m not sure who enjoyed it the most!!  It was a lovely time spent out in the sun, with some messy sensorial play that cost hardly anything.  It’s amazing what you can do with the things found in your cupboards (or in this case on the shelf at the store)!


first bowl of water

first bowl of water


squidgy goodness

squidgy goodness


How You Have Grown


Hello Dearest One,

Today it has been one whole week since you went into your own room.  Until then you have slept with your cot right up to our bed with the panel off to make it an extension of our bed.  You let us know you were ready for your own space, so last Sunday we moved your bed into the bedroom that has been waiting for you since before you were born.  Instead of a cot you are in a big girl bed.  You have a cotbed, so we took all the sides off and put the mattress on the lowest bed setting.  Why?  Well, firstly, we want you to be free-free to make you own choice about being in your bed or not.  We do not want to trap you in a prison where you must stay until we come and get your, scream for our attention or find some other way of getting out, which you are very capable of!  This way, should you wake up and want to be out of bed you can slide out quite easily and play with something, and you can crawl back in if you wish as well.  Secondly, for safety, we cannot be with you 24/7, and you like to climb, you have already climbed out of your cot when it was a bed extension, and that once you were ok, but next time you may not be.  Next time, you may sustain injury to your head or neck from the fall.  So, this way you are at a safe height to the floor with no dangerous falls to be had when unsupervised.

I wondered how you would take to your new surroundings even though you made it clear you were ready.  I should have known you would be fine!  You love it.  You love your little bed, you love your room, you love being able to use the headboard to stand up and dance on your bed and flop back down again.  You have used your spatial awareness to figure out where the mattress ends and the floor begins and you no longer get so close to the edge that part of you is dangling off.  Since moving into your new room it would seem you also think you are too grown up for daytime naps!  You have shunned these for a whole week in favour of a super early bedtime!  You used to go to bed between 5:30-6:30pm; now you ask to go to bed between 4-4:30pm!  This leaves me wandering around the house feeling a little lost til Daddy returns from work.

I am excited to support you in this latest step towards your full independence, but I miss you.  I miss coming to bed and seeing your little self curled up beside my side of the bed.  I miss hearing your sleepy breathing as I get ready for bed.  I miss waking up to your cute smile as you lift your head off the mattress.  It’s joy and sadness rolled into one.  Don’t grow up too fast baby girl.  Slow down a little and let me catch my breath and savour the moments before you take off again on your next adventure.

With All My Heart,

                                                                                                                         Mummy xxxx

The Outcome Of Our Potato Prints


Miss E is unfortunately not feeling quite herself as she awaits the arrival of top front tooth number two, so she was happier to sit and observe me doing the printing.  She, did however, have an input in one heart print, so I have cut it out and have started making a card for her to give to her daddy on Valentine’s day.  I know he will love and appreciate it much more than a store bought one 🙂


A Heart Stopping Moment


I’m sure motherhood will be filled with many heart stopping moments, but my first came yesterday.  You know the kind; where everything suddenly goes into slow motion play as you try to get your brain to think straight and work out a plan.  Miss E was having her bath and we were having fun playing with the bath toys.  My husband told me he would call me when he got to work and let me know how the roads were ice wise so we would know whether or not to venture out.  2 hours after his estimated arrival time I had still not received a call.  So, I started to get a little bit concerned (ok very concerned) that maybe he’d ended up having an accident due to ice.  I decided I should call him.  In the brief seconds of me looking down at my phone hitting call and looking back up, Miss E had somehow managed to get hold of my razor which was well out of her reach (or so I thought) and had the whole blade in her mouth.  THUD < PANIC> THUD.  What to do?!??  I didn’t want to scare her by shrieking in the wild panic I felt on the inside and make her jump or she might shred her tongue, but I didn’t want her to bite down on it either coz the same thing would happen.  Somehow, I managed very calmly to tell her that it wasn’t a toy and as I leaned over the bath to retrieve the razor she relaxed her mouth so I was able to get it off her easily and with no harm to her whatsoever.  WOW, I don’t think I have fully recovered yet from the shock.  That razor is going as far out of reach as I can get it from now now.  I do not want a repeat of that little incident again!  What heart stopping moments have you experienced as a parent?