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It's so easy to forget how much children take in.  I am reminded on pretty much a weekly basis though by nursery staff of the delightful (!) and amazing things my son has regaled them with. For a while it's been his colourful language and swearing. Fucking hell and fucking bastard being two of his favourites.   Thanks Daddy! I suppose I should be grateful he hasn't dropped the c bomb yet. Then we moved on to his proud exclamations as to the size of his poos. "It was THIS big!!" Again, thanks Daddy... But sometimes something your child says makes you proud of them and realise that actually his loud and colourful language can have a positive effect. One of his little friends proudly told her mummy  during toilet training that she was just like Oscar! Hopefully she wasn't trying to pee standing up or remarking on the size of her poos! Not sure that today's report of him attempting to perform a cesarean section on another child with a plastic knif

Picking my son up tonight I was regaled with his achievements of today. He was so proud and excited it was impossible not to be excited for him. It got me thinking about how proud I am of him in a daily basis, even on the dark miserable days full of screaming and tantrums.  I make a point of telling him everyday that he is loved and I am proud of him. We celebrate his achievements no matter how small they might appear.  I talk to him about what he's been doing well and all the things he is going to go on and do. I fill him up with a can do attitude and a desire to work hard. I know he's not even 3 yet but his determination and attitude makes me proud. Yeah yeah I'm gushing. I'm his mum. I'm allowed!

It's almost 8pm and I'm snuggled up in bed,  just about ready to doze off. 8pm you say! Why you ask? Cos my toddler is a freaking asshat! Well he's a toddler you know.  I love him with all my soul but at the minute really is an asshat. For nearly 3 years I have struggled with sleep deprivation.  He teases me with brief spells of only waking once or twice a night and with a quick boob he's back of to sleep in 10/15 minutes. And then there's nights like last night.  Never have I stared so intently at the cobwebs on the ceiling to ignore the fact that over an hour has passed since he started crying for me and demanding to go downstairs and watch Bob Builder.  Not at sodding 1am sunshine. Or 2 or 3 either for that matter matey.  At 5am he was physically pulling me outility of bed and I knew there was no sleeping anymore. I think I managed to grab total of 3 hours broken sleep and then had to go to work. So unsurprisingly we were both tired tonight and despit

'They' don't tell you about the awkward 'shituations' you find yourself in when your toddler is just getting used to using the toilet. In one single day I found myself: scurrying out of a public swimming pool while attempting with my bare hand to stop the poo escaping from his arse (failed) 3 times at a kids party taking said poo bum toddler to the toilet to clean his shitty pants. Realising I'd forgotten the sodding wipes and the bag for the shitty stinking underwear which I hastily shoved in my handbag (thank heavens for compartments although I'm sure everyone who came near me must have thought I'd shit myself) Pointed at my Poohead toddler standing in the middle of the party straining with such concentration to push his poo out and shouted "yep he's mine". Later watching him waddling along and telling another parent he was practising his John Wayne impression.  We were at a fancy dress party after all (shame he was dressed as

I've been doing a lot of pondering lately about how little say we have about a lot of things in our lives.  We can't control the health and happiness of others. We can't control their actions. But we can control how we choose to live our lives and what positive influences we can make. In trying to find something which expresses how I feel about life right now I stumbled across this. Life’s like a movie, write your own ending Keep believing, keep pretending We’ve done just what we set out to do. Thanks to the lovers, the dreamers, and you. “The Magic Store”/Rainbow Connection” (Reprise) – Kermit and the Muppets The Muppets are making their little movie, all planned out, but then in typical muppet fashion chaos strikes. Despite everything a rainbow appears.  While life has a habit of creating unwanted chaos, throwing a spanner or two in the works; sometimes we need that to re-focus on what our priorities are.  2017 brings a new chapter for my little family. So