This post combines Frog’s three favourite things: new toys, bath time and being centre stage.
Category Archives: Play
Many an afternoon rolls around when all I want to do is switch on CBeebies and sit back on the sofa as my 20 month old daughter trashes the house. Getting up for work at 3.45am can do that to you.
But, most afternoons, I manage to resist the call of Mr Tumble and his cronies until at least 4.30pm. Instead, I don’t even let myself sit down. We go to a swimming lesson on a Tuesday afternoon and a music (read – clapping and bashing a drum) class on a Thursday. Every other afternoon I look for activities or playdates in advance. Continue reading
A year ago – almost to the day – I went for a walk in the woods.
With Frog strapped firmly to my chest I donned my new wellies and went splashing in puddles with my friend and her little boy, Arthur. We chased after Boots, the beautiful black Labrador, and built piles of sticks next to a hollow log.
At the time, Arthur was two and a half. Throughout the walk he was in a world of his own. One minute he was driving a train, the next he was boarding a bus, then he was tooting the horn, then he was taking passengers’ tickets. It was the first time he had ever completely lost himself in his own imagination and, as a new mum with all this to look forward to, it was thrilling to see. Continue reading
It’s fair to say the last week has been tough in the mum stakes.
Tantrums on top of tantrums – on top of more tantrums – haven’t mixed well with the sheer exhaustion that comes with being up at 3.45am every day for my new job. By the time tantrum number 3,479 has hit in the afternoon, I’ve regularly melted into a pool of (melodramatic) tears.
But today has been different. Continue reading
I know this is against all the rules of animal ownership. Having recently covered a story on huge demand for places at a nearby animal shelter, I’m aware people can be fickle when it comes to new pets at this time of year.
But I’m going to do it anyway. I’m giving my daughter a pet for Christmas. Continue reading
Granted, the weather hasn’t been spectacular recently. And it may be nearly Christmas and all. But that doesn’t mean November isn’t the perfect month for a sandpit.
That’s according to Garden Games anyway, who persuaded me to try out their hexagonal wooden sandpit, just one amongst a varied and rather tempting collection.
Clearly putting a sandpit together is a Sunday job, so I took on the role of Project Manager while the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine did his thing: Continue reading
Before I became a mum I liked things to be tidy. “Just so”.
I’d make my bed as soon as I got out of it in the morning. There was rarely a film of dust covering the TV. I even cleaned the kitchen floor if the mood so took me.
It got worse when I was pregnant.
I embraced the “nesting period” with gusto. With a baby way past her due date and little else to do I scrubbed that kitchen floor until it shone. And then I hoovered. And dusted. And hoovered some more. My house was sparkling.
When I was huge and big and pregnant, I was tempted to go out and spend my annual salary on baby stuff. There were changing stations and pretty baby grows and beautiful cots and educational toys and trendy highchairs and, oh the cutest little shoes.
But I didn’t. Spend all my money that is.
Instead, we got a lot of the things we needed from Freecycle, Gumtree, second-hand sales and presents from family. We decided to save the money we would have spent on things, to use for experiences instead. The cash went on swimming lessons, a family holiday, baby sensory classes and baby music sessions. And I don’t regret it for a minute. Continue reading
Frog has a new toy. It cost me, well, let’s just say it was very very cheap. As cheap as a box of treasure comes, in fact.
At nearly 16 months, my daughter has decided she’s not particularly interested in toys any more. She’d rather play with real stuff. It doesn’t really matter what stuff, as long as it’s stuff.
Useful stuff is best; a bowl, a wooden spoon, some pegs. Anything that isn’t a real toy and which I’m likely to need within the next half an hour. Continue reading