Author: Cheshire Claire

Girls do, boys don't

Today Lil’ H and his best female friend AJ came to play.  They had a pretend game of trains, of course this required two trains – AJ driving one, H driving the other … “Lets sit on the chairs nicely and see where our trains are going.” I said “Marks & Spencers!” AJ replied “What about your train?” I asked H “No where, I’m not going to sit on the chair nicely!” stated H The...

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Simple pleasures #3

I am continuing on my quest to notice the small, simple and mostly overlooked things that are great in life.  So far this year I have reminded myself how great it is driving solo and H has enjoyed me allowing mess for once!  I thought Baby G would be contributing to this series by bringing lots of simple pleasures rather than having her own given her world is all about milk & sleep but I was wrong.  Super cheap baby entertainment! Yesterday we looped a helium balloon round her leg and then  moved it to her arm too, she...

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Potty training … in a jar!

To quote a genuine “potty mouth”, Gordon Ramsay, “Potty training, done!”  It arrived on the “to do” list when Little H turned two years old in April.  I’ll be honest and say it wasn’t a chapter in his or my life or the childcare books I was looking forward to but the more nappies I changed the more appealing it became.  Deciding when was right for toddler H was obviously important but almost not as critical as when the time was right time for us a family.  Everyone says “do it in the summer, its easy in the summer,...

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Simple Pleasures

This year I am going to try to focus on the simple pleasures in life.  As and when I spy them I plan to blog them as a reminder to myself as much as anything, but hopefully it will spark a smile amongst those passing through to read. Today I drove to my parents to drop my mums birthday cards off as they return from hols tonight.  Just a 30 minutes round trip.  But I was solo in the car.  No nursery rhymes, no crying baby, no toddler chat, no time pressure.  I had forgotten how much I enjoyed driving like this.  Especially with my choice of music on, and on LOUD!  So today for 30 minutes I got to be Lily Allen!  For me, a mum of two, aged 36 this was my simple pleasure. When I returned home, Baby G was sleeping, toddler H and I set to de-Christmassing the house.  H helped by taking everything he could reach off the tree – something he has been desperate to do since the tree went up at the beginning of December!  I lugged the dry, perma-bent branches of the tree out through the french doors and lobbed it into the back garden – from here it is a “blue job” for Mr L!  H was squealing and clapping – its rare for any Mummy to get some much as a...

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