We have managed to keep Daisy's language reasonably clean so far. We try not to swear around her, and we're not the type that use mean language when talking to each other anyway.
However, I seem to have cemented the F word quite firmly in Daisy's vocabulary, and I think I know exactly when it happened: The day she dropped and broke my iPhone. That day that particular word may have been uttered one or two (or five) times.
She now cleverly uses the expression every time she drops something. Excellent.
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Toys
The amounts of toys kids have these days is mind boggling. And the amounts of rubbish, ugly, noisy, plastic toys is even more fantastic. Daisy got so much stuff for her second birthday, I had to buy more storage furniture to have somewhere to store it! Some of it was much appreciated hand-me-downs and lovely stylish gifts from my Swedish friends, but the majority was pink battery powered plastic. Mountains of it. And a Barbie to boot.
I need to cull somehow, but it hard to know how to start packing a bag for charity without offending any friends or family who generously gave us the toys.
I suppose I had a fair collection of toys when I was little too. But honestly, it wasn't more than I can remember. In fact, I clearly remember every single toy I had, I remember playing with them and cherishing them, and I remember my favourite Barbie dress being one my mum had made. There is no way Daisy is going to remember or cherish all the stuff she already has. And imagine having more than one kid in the family! People don't seem to agree with letting the younger ones have the toys second hand, there need to be all new plastic all over again.
With the risk of sounding like an old fart - no kid needs this much STUFF!
I need to cull somehow, but it hard to know how to start packing a bag for charity without offending any friends or family who generously gave us the toys.
I suppose I had a fair collection of toys when I was little too. But honestly, it wasn't more than I can remember. In fact, I clearly remember every single toy I had, I remember playing with them and cherishing them, and I remember my favourite Barbie dress being one my mum had made. There is no way Daisy is going to remember or cherish all the stuff she already has. And imagine having more than one kid in the family! People don't seem to agree with letting the younger ones have the toys second hand, there need to be all new plastic all over again.
With the risk of sounding like an old fart - no kid needs this much STUFF!
Monday, 10 August 2015
Positive thinking, or just denial?
I honestly feel like it CAN'T go wrong next time. No reason to think it would, right?
All will be well.
I am even browsing eBay for baby stuff and rearranging the bedroom in my head to fit a cot. Because this is how it works: You fall pregnant, you stay pregnant, you have a baby. Easy.
(I'll be sure to let you know how I feel once I actually am pregnant and going for one of those nightmarish ultrasounds).
All will be well.
I am even browsing eBay for baby stuff and rearranging the bedroom in my head to fit a cot. Because this is how it works: You fall pregnant, you stay pregnant, you have a baby. Easy.
(I'll be sure to let you know how I feel once I actually am pregnant and going for one of those nightmarish ultrasounds).
Sunday, 9 August 2015
A toddler's dream
Daisy has had the best weekend of her life. Weekends with Nana are generally better than the average weekend for her, but this one has been exceptional. She's had her own weight in treats and watched nearly unlimited amounts of movies.
And as I have been mostly stuck on the floor in front of the telly I will have a nervous breakdown if I have to watch Paddington or Frozen one more time.
And as I have been mostly stuck on the floor in front of the telly I will have a nervous breakdown if I have to watch Paddington or Frozen one more time.
Baby making time? I think not.
So, according to the calendar this would probably be the time to try for another Minibug. But here's why that's not happening: My back has packed up, given in, and entirely stopped working.
On Thursday morning it was a little twingey, but nothing out of the ordinary for my slightly dodgy back. By the time Daisy and I got to the playground I was having trouble getting out of the car. By the time we were done at the playground I could barely walk and my friend had to put Daisy in the car for me. Thank goodness I'm driving automatic, I couldn't lift my left foot off the floor. I also couldn't let go of the wheel which makes getting around roundabouts rather challenging.
By the time I got home I could barely walk, I made it from the garage to the kitchen by sort of climbing along the walls. Daisy was asleep in the car and I unbuckled her and left her to get herself out when she was ready. I then called my father-in-law who spends his time on his houseboat half an hour away and begged him to come help me make sure Daisy didn't get herself into trouble with me unable to chase after her. As a last effort, because I really wasn't sure if I would be able to do these things later, I crawled on all four and unlocked the front door followed by a trip to the bathroom (a HUGE effort) before collapsing on the floor.
I was stuck on that floor for the rest of the day. I couldn't even get up with help. Finally I got up on all fours after a good ten minutes of trying and crawled to the bathroom, in agony, moving hands and knees 2 centimetres at a time. Got on the toilet by hanging off the window sill, but then I couldn't let go so wasn't able to wipe my own backside. Oh the loss of dignity...
Anyway, I have spent an awful lot of time on the livingroom floor in the last three days, but I am definitely better. I can get up on my feet in under one minute, and I can walk unassisted. Dwayne and his mum have been lifesavers, looking after Daisy and doing most everything for me all weekend.
But as far as baby making goes, it's just not going to happen. Dwayne started with a careful "Maybe if we..." and got a look from me that said "You touch me, you big moose of a man, you die".
Romantic times.
On Thursday morning it was a little twingey, but nothing out of the ordinary for my slightly dodgy back. By the time Daisy and I got to the playground I was having trouble getting out of the car. By the time we were done at the playground I could barely walk and my friend had to put Daisy in the car for me. Thank goodness I'm driving automatic, I couldn't lift my left foot off the floor. I also couldn't let go of the wheel which makes getting around roundabouts rather challenging.
By the time I got home I could barely walk, I made it from the garage to the kitchen by sort of climbing along the walls. Daisy was asleep in the car and I unbuckled her and left her to get herself out when she was ready. I then called my father-in-law who spends his time on his houseboat half an hour away and begged him to come help me make sure Daisy didn't get herself into trouble with me unable to chase after her. As a last effort, because I really wasn't sure if I would be able to do these things later, I crawled on all four and unlocked the front door followed by a trip to the bathroom (a HUGE effort) before collapsing on the floor.
I was stuck on that floor for the rest of the day. I couldn't even get up with help. Finally I got up on all fours after a good ten minutes of trying and crawled to the bathroom, in agony, moving hands and knees 2 centimetres at a time. Got on the toilet by hanging off the window sill, but then I couldn't let go so wasn't able to wipe my own backside. Oh the loss of dignity...
Anyway, I have spent an awful lot of time on the livingroom floor in the last three days, but I am definitely better. I can get up on my feet in under one minute, and I can walk unassisted. Dwayne and his mum have been lifesavers, looking after Daisy and doing most everything for me all weekend.
But as far as baby making goes, it's just not going to happen. Dwayne started with a careful "Maybe if we..." and got a look from me that said "You touch me, you big moose of a man, you die".
Romantic times.
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