Thursday, 17 April 2014

Easter Bunny Angst

I really don't like the Easter Bunny, it's not something I'd even heard of when I was a child, and now as an adult, when my kids are talking about the Easter Bunny, I have a real problem with the idea.

Big bun, not exactly the Easter bunny


When I was little, we were given chocolate Easter eggs, and Easter gifts, but they were just given us by our
parents and family, there was no talk of a rabbit bringing eggs.  The first time I came across the Easter bunny was in a Snoopy cartoon, which is probably why I've always thought of it as being an American idea.  According to Wikipedia, (so it must be true) it actually came from Germany.  Either way, it seems to have spread worldwide, and now my children are asking when the Easter Bunny is coming.  They seem to want to believe in a rabbit bringing chocolate treats, so I suppose I'm going to have to go along with it.....

Childhood Easter

When I was little, we sometimes got chocolate eggs, but more often than not, we would have a gift of some description, maybe clothes or something from Grandparents.  Mum was rather more creative though, and would often make us something, I remember one year opening my chocolate egg to find a pom-pom chick inside that she'd made, opened the egg, put it inside and then re-wrapped in the silver paper.  Another year she made us all Edd the Duck puppets, exactly like the real thing.
I haven't quite reached such levels myself, but fortunately Mum hasn't lost her touch.  Yesterday in the post four fabric eggs arrived filled full of little toys and chocolate.  The girls have little egg shaped bags, while the boys have got a fabric egg shaped box.

Alternative Easter gifts


I'd better sort something out for the children for Easter from the Easter Bunny, I may not like him, but seeing as the kids are keen, I'll just have to put up with it, I'll just have to eat a bit more chocolate to cheer myself up.

Monday, 14 April 2014

The bittersweet passage of time

I love being a Mummy to small children, and although at least two of my children are now at school, I can't really imagine not having small children.  Don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to the next stages, seeing how they grow and change as time passes. There will always be a small part of me though, that wants to keep them as small children always, it's a bittersweet feeling, watching your children growing up.

The passage of time

When it comes to children, time really does seem to fly, and their birthday's highlight that time moving on.  Lena will be four in a week, I'm not sure quite how that happened, it only seems a few weeks ago that she was a tiny newborn baby.  As much as Lena ever seemed like a tiny newborn that is, she might be the smallest baby at 6lb 6oz, but she always has had a personality that's larger than life, and the look of someone who's been here before.

Bittersweet passage of time


She often tells me about when she was a big girl, or a Mummy and even the other day, when she used to be a cat, but I suspect that has more to do with her over-active imagination somehow.  Either way, four is nearly here, which means she's only a year from starting school.

Bittersweet

There are of course some advantages to the children getting older, as I said, I'm really looking forward to seeing what they children do and become as they get older, and the older they get the more that they are able to do with us and each other.  Just yesterday I was in the kitchen when I suddenly became suspicious that I couldn't see or hear Anja.  Anyone who's ever had a toddler in the house will no that silence usually means trouble.  I quickly had a look around, and found her having a lovely game of picnics in the hall way with her big sister.  A couple of months ago she wouldn't have dreamt of sitting down and playing with her sister, just a sign that she's getting older.

Children growing up

They're all growing up so quick, it really is bittersweet, the passage of time, but it's a lot of fun too.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Worst times of the day

Having children is wonderful, but there are times when they drive me crazy.  In particular there are two times each day that are the worst times of the day.  Those are the moments that would push even the most sane of us over the edge.

Breakfast madness

Breakfast times are manic, they have to be up there when it comes to talking about the worschool  the week though, there are lunch boxes to pack; which is one of those little jobs that I hate.  I've never had a great deal of creativity when it comes to packing a lunch box, but having to do two every morning is horrid. The thought that in a few years there'll be four.......I think that the kids might be doing their own.
It's not just the lunch boxes that make breakfast time one of the worst times of the day though, it's the rush to get everything done: Deciding what people want for breakfast, eating breakfast, getting dressed, getting ready for school, getting out of the door on time......
Every morning, no matter how organised I start off being, it all seems to go down hill, shoes disappear, car keys wander off, school bags vanish. Stress.
Monday was worse than ever this week, in the early hours of Sunday the clocks went back.  For most people, this means a lie-in, for people with small children it means that they wake up 'earlier' or what is now earlier.  You'd think that gave us more time, but sadly not.  You see I was up, showered, dressed and all the usual things were done by about eight, half an hour earlier than they needed to be, and I fell into the I've got enough time trap.  Before I knew it, it was five to nine and I was shepherding reluctant children out of the door and into the car.

The evening meal

evening meal one of the worst times of the day


Every parent knows that the hours between around four thirty and seven pm are some of the absolute worst times of the day.  Combine tired children, cooking an evening meal with your own need to sit down and relax, and you know it's not a good combination.  The whole house descends into madness and sometimes it really feels as though you've achieved great things if everyone makes it through to bed time in one piece.  Oh yes, evening meal time is definitely one of the worst times of the day.

I don't mean to moan, and most of the time it's all good, but getting through these worst times of the day can really take it out of you, and make you enjoy that sit down at night even more.  The good news is that it's nearly school holiday time, so those worst times of the day aren't nearly so stressful or frantic.

Monday, 31 March 2014

The button jar

When I was little, my Mum had a jar of buttons in her sewing box, I loved it.  I'd spend hours looking through the buttons, taking them in and out of the jar, sorting through them.  Even now thirty or so years later, I can still remember some of the buttons that were in the jar, there were little ones cut from an old cardigan of mine, blue with little white flowers on them. There was a little green button with an indentation in it that fitted my index finger perfectly.  There were some large important looking silver buttons with shanks, from my Grandpa's old bus driver uniform.

My button jar

Until recently, I didn't have a button jar.  I had lots of buttons, some of them in little plastic bags, that came as spares for new clothes, some that I had left over from something I'd made, some that I'd saved in case I ever needed them, and others that just appeared from somewhere, but no button jar.  I decided that it was about time that I set up my own button jar, to keep my buttons together in.

The button jar

A good distraction

I had some sewing that I needed to get done this weekend, which isn't always easy with some over eager 'helpers' around.  As I was getting my sewing things out, I thought that it might be time to introduce my small people to the button jar.  I opened the jar, and gave it to Anja, along with a tray to put the buttons on.  She spent a good half an hour emptying the buttons out, looking at them, putting them back into the jar and generally enjoying herself.

Playing with the button jar

Fun for all ages

After a while she got a bit bored, and started to try and throw the buttons onto the floor, and even eat them.  I stepped in at that point and found her something else to do.  Lena came in for a look at the buttons though, and was just as interested as her sister had been. She went and fetched a spoon to help her put them back into the jar as she was playing.

Filling the button jar


So there you have it, hours of entertainment with nothing more sophisticated than a jar of old buttons.  Do you have a button jar or tin? Did you play with your mothers button jar when you were small?

Monday, 24 March 2014

Gingerbread muffins.

I can't claim credit for this recipe for gingerbread muffins, I got it from at on-line forum about five years ago, and as I was worried that I might loose it, I thought I'd better make a note of it here. I can however take credit for introducing it to you, try making these gingerbread muffins, yummy.


Gingerbread muffins recipe

Ingredients

250g plain flour
1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda (baking soda)
1 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 tsp ginger
1 tsp cinnamon
1 egg
100g brown sugar
150 milk
1/4 tsp balsamic vinegar
6 tbs oil
4 tbs treacle
4 tbs golden syrup


Method

Prehead over to 200 degrees centigrade (gas mark 6)
In one bowl mix flour, bicarbonate of soda, baking powder, cinnamon and ginger.
Whisk egg with brown sugar, add milk, balsamic vinegar, oil, treacle and golden syrup.
Mix wet and dry ingredients together, don't worry if it's a bit lumpy at this stage.
Fill muffin cases, bake for 20 mins, until springing back when touched.


Gingerbread muffins


These gingerbread muffins are particularly yummy when warm and cut in half with a bit of butter on them. Try making them, you won't regret it.

Monday, 17 March 2014

Women Troubles

I suppose that sounds like an odd title for a blog by me, 'women troubles' woman's troubles would make more sense, but no, 'women troubles.'  It's not me that's having the women troubles though, I should perhaps point out, but rather my five year old.  They start young these days.

My five year old with women troubles


I first discovered these women troubles he's having a few days ago, when he informed me that he didn't want to get married.  Our conversation went a bit like this:

M: When I'm big like Daddy, will we need to get a new car?
Me: Yes, probably
M: How many babies will there be?
Me: I don't know, how many do you want to have?
M: This many (holding up zero fingers) I don't want to get married to a lady when I grow up.
Me: You don't have to.
M: But what if I fall... fall???
Me: In love? You might want to get married then.
M: I won't. What if a Lady want's to marry me?
Me: You don't have to marry anyone if you don't want to, even if they want to marry you.
He paused for a minute or two and then......
M: Susan (name changed) keeps picking me to be her partner at school, I don't want to be her partner. I only want to pick my friends.....the boys.

So there we have it, all of those questions about getting married, and all because some poor girl at school wants to be his partner.  I can't help but feel a bit sorry for 'Susan' who's advances are clearly being rejected, and I'm sure all she wants to do is make friends.  It all kind of reminds me of this song from when I was little:


Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Blogging about blogging

It might seem a bit of an odd thing to write about, but a blog about blogging seemed to be a good choice for this week. I was thinking earlier about how long I've had this blog, (I actually had to check) but it's been just over six years now.  You may notice though, that I went through quite a quiet patch, a fair few posts in the beginning soon tailed off to next to nothing, before really picking it up again last year.

Why I blog

I suppose that the real point of this blog about blogging, would be to ask why I blog in the first place.  Partly it's down to the fact that I just really really like to write.  I kept a diary for many years when I was younger, and I've always had writing of some description or another on the go, one day I WILL write that book..... It's also because I like to write down things about the kids.  I have their profile books at playcentre and a lot gets recorded in there, but there's so much and they change so fast, that this is a good way to get it down.  Mostly though, it's just because I like writing.

Blogging about the kids


Who reads it?

I suppose that when you write a blog you expect people to be reading, but it's not always obvious who they are.  I'm guessing that a few of my friends might have a browse, I hope that whoever you are, you enjoy.  Feel free to leave comments on any of my blogs, it's always very exciting when someone does.

I may be a bit quiet on here this month, with my business blog for nappyneedz, I'm doing a 31 day blog challenge with a new post every day, so I'm a bit busy with that.  But you can always check it out here if you miss me.