The Pet Show 2014: We’re going, are you?

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With the weekend fast approaching, I’m sure like me, y’all probably search high & low: on the internet, social networks & ear-bash anyone who will listen friends to find new & exciting activities, that’ll entertain the whole family? Discovering something that is well suited to a ‘babe in arms’ all the way up to ‘Great Granny’ is by far, no mean feat.

Then of course, add into the mix our British summer: which at the best of times can be accurately described as unpredictable. Once decided upon your plans, doubt quickly then enters your mind ‘Will it be too hot/ cold/ wet: to be in the great outdoors?’

Well, that’s where The Pet Show swoops in & ticks all the boxes. View Post

Separation Pains

Separation Pains-The first night away from bear

This week has been a complete mixture of bittersweet memories & emotions for me: on the one hand I’ve been put through the mill of surgery, recovery & my very first night away from bear *sob*. Yet on the other hand, I’ve experienced complete elation to find out I’ve been shortlisted for a blogging award (I feel like one of the cool kids for a change!) Two completely opposite sides of the ‘emotional’ spectrum there, I think you’d agree? In all honesty, I’m not entirely sure if any of these events from the past week have quite sunk in just yet (I’m blaming the darn anaesthetic!).

ordinary moment, hospital, bibs, awards, cool bananas, cool bananas blogChoosing to write down & record this perfectly ordinary moment of my very first night spent away from bear, is one that I’m so pleased to have captured, but I’m painfully aware may cause a stir amongst y’all out there: For I cannot count the amount of times others have deemed it necessary to criticise me for not doing this sooner (bear is 2)- fellow parents & non parents alike. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for opinions: Opinions are great, they make the world go round & life more interesting. But, please, it is perfectly acceptable to Agree to disagree….I am not a child, please do not tell me what I should or shouldn’t do: I’ve developed a coping mechanism for reacting to these do-gooders: Smile & nod, smile & nod. Rant over, lets continue!

Please understand this: I have no problem with parents who are happy & comfortable to leave their precious kiddisquinkles in the capable hands of rellies or babysitters overnight-in fact kudos to them. I applaud you for being brave & confident enough to do this. Truth be told, I’m a bit of a control freak & my OCD kinda flips into overdrive at the thought of bear’s routine going out of sink. Oh & I find it really really difficult to trust people. Yup folks, I’ve got trust issues (quick send me to the Therapy chair!).

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I’ve also had no need or desire to be apart from snotface at night. No offers have presented themselves which have been too good to refuse: a 5* spa break, a weekend away to the sun? Nope. So frankly I’ve been happy to return home to the comfort of my own bed. I’ve just not been emotional ready to face it & I guess I’ve actually been putting it off.

On Tuesday I had to have some planned surgery, all rather routine to the medical world but a teeny bit daunting to me nonetheless. Scheduled as ‘day surgery’ I expected to return home on the same day & naïvely thought that being the fit & healthy gal I am, I’d bounce back immediately & return to normality pronto! Oh Katrina….tut tut, that was so wrong. I didn’t head into theatre until late afternoon, so it was obvious early on this ‘day surgery’ case would likely overspill slightly. I had difficulty recovering & awakening from the anaesthetic. Is it wrong that I was actually kinda looking forward to a little bit of peaceful sleep? (& Even 5 days post op, I’m still feeling very spaced out) I physical couldn’t move, couldn’t drink or eat. & For a control freak like moi this is not a good place to be, thank goodness then I was far too woozy to absorb most of this.

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The decision to stay in hospital overnight therefore was taken out of my hands, & despite being drugged up to my eyeballs, even I could see this was the best decision given the circumstances. A drip had to be administered & constant obs taken throughout the night (What happened to my dreamy thought of a perfectly serene sleep?!)

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My bed for the night….

Given my hesitance (or perhaps that should be defiance) to leave bear overnight, I was pleasantly surprised by my reaction: I felt perfectly happy & calm for this to occur. Admittedly, there wasn’t really much leeway on the decision & I believe ultimately this assisted in calming my nerves.

Although the situation surrounding my first night of ‘child’ separation left a slightly bitter taste in my mouth, it’s given me the assurance to know that I can cope with a bit of distance between us. Bear was fine, he didn’t fall apart (or break) & he managed to stay out of too much mischief. The lesson I’ve learned, which in reality I’ve known all along is: It’s me, not him. It’s my insecurities, worries & ‘mothers guilt’ that have held me back & apprehended me thus far from longer stints of ‘me’ time. I knew it would just be a matter of time before it felt right to leave him, & even though it wasn’t out of choice or an enjoyable ‘night’ for me, secretly I’m really proud of myself.

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Everyone’s circumstances & situations will vary, & of course sometimes these will dictate time spent away from your little munchkins: Work demands naming but one obstacle. & I Take my hat off to all of you whom find yourself in this predicament, who either out of choice or not, are able to part ways with your babies or toddlers for days, even weeks at a time. I pass no judgments; instead I admire your emotional strength. You most certainly won’t hear me offering ‘words of wisdom’, I don’t believe there is a right or wrong answer to this dilemma, & it’s a case of ‘different strokes, for different folks’. People should remain with an open mind & offer support, rather than a critique the choices we make.

The burning question is: am I looking forward to my next ‘night of freedom’? & Actually, my answer is yes: I’ll remain optimistic for that 5* spa break!!

How did you endure on your first night of separation, did you procrastinate as I? Or are you one of the bold I slightly envy for taking the plunge sooner?

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Dancing, locking & ‘hip hop’ popping!

Dancing, Locking & ‘Hip Hop’ popping……the toddler way.

Suuuup Y’all? Ok, I apologise for all my hip hop slang: for I am a British national so I have no right dropping in this here lingo. But in cool bananas HQ, it is a very regular occurrence. We head ‘state side’ daily (in the virtual sense) as Mr Cool Bananas loves a bit of ‘R&B’, hippedy hop music. MTV base delivers the goods & can be heard more often than is necessary. From a young age bear seems to have picked up his daddy’s musical taste (somewhat to my dismay). Whenever he hears ‘the base line drop’ he likes nothing more than to ‘bust out a move’ & bop along to his hearts content.

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Developing his musical taste from an early age..bear’s attention can be found directed towards MTV base pumping out of the tv… & showing off his best moves at a wedding…

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‘Daddy dance!’ No dancing would be complete without some kind of crazy outfit-right?

Not quite the ‘Billy Elliot’ I was going for! No, he has a penchant for the likes of Jason Derulo & his slick Rick dance moves, a bit of Usher pop yer collar, or that feisty south American character Pitball.

& My little charmer demands that either Daddy or I dance along with him (I’ll let you imagine that scene for a moment-2 adults dancing their hearts out in the front room, whilst the toddler swings himself around wildly) These are the moments I cherish so dearly: As I know only too well, how quickly time passes us by & that at some point he will be mortified to be dancing like a loon with his parents. In fact,  I’m sure he will go out of his way at parties to shield his friends from witnessing his folks doing the dad/mum dance (that ‘term’ is actually in the oxford dictionary: Noun. Awkward or unfashionable dancing to pop music, as characteristically performed by middle-aged or older men).  

You know the type i mean:

I do appreciate the advances in our technology mean that a camera (god bless my Iphone) is never too far from reach & I’m able to capture some of these moments & create lasting memories that we can reminisce over in the years to come…..& I’m sure they’ll work a treat at embarrassing the poor boy one day in the future! (What? You’ve gotta have a couple of tricks up your sleeve!)

& If I may be bold enough to quote that Shakespeare fella:

If music be the fruit of love, play on! ‘ (Even if I do have to tolerate MTV base now & then).

  • What music gets your teeny tots jiving?

 

P.S Would you believe, I’ve lost a massive chunk of my Iphoto library that contained the best dancing clips! Darn technical glitch. 

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The Bad Mums Club: Bribery & Guilt…

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Eeeek! It’s happened! I’ve had a mini-me, & automatically gained entry into that exclusive club, reserved just for mothers. ‘Ooh, well that sounds like a nice club, do you get a cup of tea & biscuit there?’ I bet is what your thinking? Not exactly. But then again yes, tea is a plenty here, all be it only ever half drunk & luke warm (if you’re especially lucky). No this club is the ‘unspoken’ society within the motherhood gang, the one where all manner of ‘judgey pants’ are removed & we air our confessions, to lighten the load but also prove that ‘perfect’ doesn’t exist as a mum. & This is ok. Welcome to ‘the bad mums club’. ‘Tis a badge I’ll display proudly because I’m not really a bad mum: I’m just honest enough to admit my failings here & there, & proud to be keepin’ it real ma hommies (Hey, I’m a mummy but I still know the street lingo y’all!)

I admit, I’m a little bit of a health nut: a green tea drinker, *snot coloured juicer addict & gym bunny. It’s ok though, I balance this out with a good portion of sensible junk in the trunk so we can still be friends, yes? *It’s not actual snot, you understand, it’s just green.

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I’d love to impart my healthy choices upon my toddler, in an effort to ease my ‘mum guilt’ for the amount of unhealthy food substances bear stuffs his face with: oh you know, the teddy shaped crisps, squishy cake gloop, biscuits- standard kitchen cupboard snack staples. I’ll try & make the prospect of anything remotely ‘healthy’ entering said mouth, seem like an appealing option that’s just too good to refuse (this constitutes to my evil master plan of bribery!). Even if in reality, these options may be less than desirable, especially to a toddler.

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Did someone say CHOCOLATE! Chips & ketchup, Cheeeeese!

 

  1. The Cake replacement:

me: ‘bear, we have to go back inside now’

bear: ‘Noooo!’

me: ‘ I tell you what. If we go in, we can have a snack. Would you like some cake?’

bear: ‘mmm, yeah. Cake. Mummy cake’

me: ‘Yup. You can have a cake. A RICE CAKE’

Hahahaha, tricked him there! 1 Point to mummy ..

 

  1. The drink replacement: bear enjoys a tipple of ‘mummy’s’ juice (& sorry to disappoint any wine drinkers out there, this consists of Ribena). When asked if he’d like a drink, he’ll demand I make him ‘Mummy’s juice’ Enter the ingenious liquid solution:

bear loves to get involved with my juicing *rubs hands together* let the scheming begin!

bear: ‘Mummys machine! Juice! Round & round. Makes noise’

me: ‘Yay! That’s right. Do you want to help mummy?

bear: ‘Yeah. Juice!’

me: ‘Oh wow dude! Look what you made! Mmm, Mummy try some & then bear try some? I’ll put it in your special cup?’

bear: ‘mmm, okays mummy’.

Score! Again.

 

  1. The sweet replacement:

The homeopathic types: those secret concoctions that contain calming chamomile & other natural ingredients famed to help you chillax. The size of a sweetener & cased in a sugar like coating. This takes no convincing at all, the sheer mention of ‘sweets’ lights up his little mince pies eyes. Home run!! A healthy option: with the bonus of a more relaxed tot. Win-win!

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Green juice in ‘that’ special cup, Cakes? rice cakes! & Hallelujah calming sweets!

Finally in confessions of a ‘bad mum’ today: in an attempt to let myself have a little escapism & get to the gym, I’ll make out that the crèche is just the most exciting place in the world to be & within their possession are awesome toys, not found anywhere else on the planet: super fast & super-sized big trac-tors, with magical qualities!! Works every time, naughty mummy

Of course I treat myself to a huge slice of the humble ‘mama guilt’ pie, every time I try to use any of these forms of trickery & bribery, but I’m learning to live with it & accept that frankly ‘whatever helps you get through the day’ & works for you is the winner amongst this. I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that whatever I do in a day, it will always be accompanied by guilt: for that is a right of passage through the glorious journey of parenthood.

To find out more about The Bad Mums Club & check if you qualify for entry, head on over to:    But Why Mummy Why

‘Pet’ names..The Ordinary Moments {#3}

I think it’s all part of the parent code: having several pet names/ nicknames/ aliases, up our sleeves for our little rascals. Right? I have a list as long as my arm of these, but the one that sticks is ‘Bear’. Originating from the time my dad referred to our little family as ‘the 3 bears’. Truth be told, I call him bear so much, I often think perhaps that this should be his real name! Who knows, maybe one day he will introduce himself to the world as ‘Bear’, just like that adventurer dude Bear Grylls (his birth name was Edward don’t you know!).

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Coming up in close second place to ‘bear’ is ‘Snotface’. Te he he. I’ll often receive very baffled looks from people when I happen to use this alias in public, & regularly people will comment & ask for an explanation (oh, judgy judgy!).  I say it with the upmost affection & incase you’re wondering: this comes from the film ‘Drop dead Fred’. If you haven’t watched it, you’re missing out! (I generally find I’m in the minority of those who’ve viewed it) Better yet, here’s the trailer….all will make sense!

I loved this film when I was younger, so ‘Snotface’ has stayed with me. I’m not promoting imaginary friends, or ‘drinking a bowl of sick’ (that’s one for those of you reading this who are fellow ‘drop dead Fred’ fans!). & Obviously the perma-dribble of the ‘real-deal snot’ escaping his nose is partly to blame for this namesake!

Of course I appreciate there are some ‘names’ that are more appropriate & acceptable to be used when one can be overheard in public than others: ‘pooh bum’ for example, is one we reserve solely for use at home!

These are just 2 of our favorites, there are of course oodles of others on rotation…pickle, bubba, boo, boo-boo, booboo bum, Lord Muck, Lord Snotface, Muck lump (nana’s creation that one), SAUSAGE! Sausage dog…& so on!

What are your secret (or not so secret!) pet names for your little bundles of joy: sprogletts & partners? Mr. Cool Bananas is aka ‘bunny’, pertaining to the teddy bear he was inseparable from as a child!

I’m sure one day I’ll get around to writing something thought provoking & more profound as our ‘ordinary’ moments: when I’m not so mentally fatigued with matchsticks keeping my eyes open! Have a great week Errrbody!

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The Ordinary Moments {14 #2}

{The ordinary moments 14 #2} The inappropriate things my toddler Says:

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The things my toddler says (no, make that Shouts!) that are totally inappropriate: When taken out of context that is, if you happen to be a passer by & not his full time interpreter (me). For toddler speech as we are all aware is perfectly clear & makes complete sense to them & to us (the parent/ carer/ FT interpreter), but in reality is a muddle of different sounds & words, constituting to an entire foreign language for others.

For example, whilst zipping up & down the food isle of a supermarket & passing the cereal section filled to the hilt with all those sugary naughty’s, in his loudest (yet cutest) husky voice my little ball of energy suddenly shouts “NUTS!! DADDYEES NUTS!!” If I don’t respond within a split second of these words parting from his lips, & incase I need reminding “Mummyeee? DADDYEES NUTS’! I would like to clear this up fellow shoppers, my son is not referring to a part of my beloved husbands anatomy, no, no-no. He is most obviously pointing out to me that: ‘Mummy, we have just passed the Honey & nut cornflakes, & Daddy likes to consume these for breakfast’. I’m perfectly aware of all the bemused looks I receive when he proclaims this in his special way, though I get far too much of a giggle from it to correct him or offer an explanation to anyone.

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Shouting those inner most thoughts!!

& The other example, may sound like the start of a bad ‘toilet humour’ joke. Alas, this is not the case. My little bear is fond of Winnie the Pooh. “Fantastic” I thought! “I loved Winnie the Pooh when I was younger” & looked forward to watching & reading the works of A.A Milne together. Oh Boy!! Little did I realise bear would march around shouting “POO!! Mummyeee, POO”. Whenever he was thinking of the yellow fluffy pooh bear. This was made worse (much worse) recently: when daddy & bear were out, they came across a Gigantic Winnie the Pooh teddy bear, of the plush & stuffed variety:

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Gigantic Winnie the Pooh!

Our ‘bear’ apparently picked Winnie up & refused to put him down. Daddy being a big softy treated little dude to this new stuffed creature.  So now I have to content with the random ‘out loud’ thoughts from said child of not just “POO. Mummyee POO” Noooo, But “BIG POO! Mummyeee, BIG POO”. Hahahaha. Just watch those poor buggers around us fleeing for cover in the worry that a little toddler has just created a ‘big poo’ in the literal sense!!