Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts

Friday, 15 August 2014

Family Photo Friday #32 - 15/08/14

It's Friday, I thought it was Thursday and I'm posting this before I run off to the park. 

The summer holidays are fabulous and we're loving being outside and enjoying the (mostly) good weather.

I took this the other day while we were out at Wicksteed Park. I just can't believe how grown up she is suddenly. She loves a good sand pit, although I suspect the other children don't appreciate her sandy play so much!

Thanks for continuing to link up and join in even while your host is being completely pants! 




  • Share a family photo from your week just gone. It needn't be a Family Photo Friday specific post, I don't mind you recycling! You can join in weekly, monthly or just whenever you can. It can be a formal portrait or a snap from your phone, something you posed for or something you caught when no one was looking. It could be from a day out, a gathering, an activity at home, it doesn't matter so long as it gives a snap shot of what your family looked like during the week that's just been. 
  • Give us a brief explanation of your photo. 
  • I'd love it if you could grab the badge to add at the bottom of your post and Tweet about it using #familyphotofriday - my Twitter handle is @oneformybaby12. 
  • Pop over to visit at least two other bloggers and see what they've been doing - maybe you can watch their family grow and change too! 
  • Leave a comment if you can. 


  • Happy photo-taking and memory-making!

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    Friday, 13 June 2014

    Family Photo Friday #23 - 13/06/2014

    A little post bigging up my big one today. She's been SO much fun this week. She's effortlessly cool and I felt she deserved the spot light. I cannot believe she is nearly 2 ¼... going on 15!

    A couple of pictures from the weekend enjoying the sunshine and playing with daddy.




    I particularly enjoyed the photos of four generations from Life's Little Treasures last week - thanks so much for sharing Kelly, for someone reason it wont let me comment but I thought they were a lovely record of your family! 

    Usual rules...



  • Share a family photo from your week just gone. It needn't be a Family Photo Friday specific post, I don't mind you recycling! You can join in weekly, monthly or just whenever you can. It can be a formal portrait or a snap from your phone, something you posed for or something you caught when no one was looking. It could be from a day out, a gathering, an activity at home, it doesn't matter so long as it gives a snap shot of what your family looked like during the week that's just been. 
  • Give us a brief explanation of your photo. 
  • I'd love it if you could grab the badge to add at the bottom of your post and Tweet about it using #familyphotofriday - my Twitter handle is @oneformybaby12. 
  • Pop over to visit at least two other bloggers and see what they've been doing - maybe you can watch their family grow and change too! 
  • Leave a comment if you can. 
  • I promise to visit as many of you as I can and I'll pick my favourite photo to share next Friday.

    Happy photo-taking and memory-making!



    Family Photo Friday @ Thursday's Child, Friday's Thoughts

    Tuesday, 6 May 2014

    Sling it, Mama! #3 Guest Post: From baby wearing to toddler wearing

    We're into week 2 of Sling it, Mama! and it's lovely having so many people contributing to the series. Today, Bec is sharing her journey from baby wearing to toddler wearing - thanks Bec! 



    I remember going to see a babywearing consultant when I was pregnant, asking specifically for slings for a baby up to 6 months. My plan was to carry until bubs was ready to go in a lightweight stroller, then make the switch.

    Yeah, that didn't happen.

    When Eleanor made her entrance into the world, we tried and failed to use the Moby stretchy wrap we'd been recommended. I just couldn't get the knack of getting her in it, although I'm determined to give it another go next time round after friends have raved about them. We then rented an infant Connecta for a bit before buying a Bondolino. I loved that Bondolino. So did Eleanor. For front carrying, it was brilliant. I got addicted to the lovely, snuggly closeness, and I used the carrier almost daily until she was 1, then fairly regularly until she was 18 months.

    But by then front carry was hard work, and I just couldn't get the hang of getting her on my back on my own. Reluctantly I started using the pushchair more and more, until the carrier only came out once in a blue moon. By the time Eleanor was 2, I thought my babywearing days were over.

    Then came a dilemma –  by this time, Eleanor could walk small journeys, which meant she resisted the pushchair. But while she was happy to walk to nearby places like the church where her playgroup is based, when home time came around she'd be too tired to walk and would ask to be carried. I experimented with a hip seat, but as we live up a hill I found it dug into my hip. I didn't want to cart the pushchair around just for the return journey, so we looked into toddler carriers, hoping I'd figure out the back carry more easily with them.

    I asked Twitter - y'know, the foolproof way of garnering parenting advice - and was recommended a Toddler Connecta, so I tracked down one in the fabulous Zoology print. I soon worked out how to get her on my back solo, although it is still tricky and I need to sit down to do it. I instantly felt how much more supportive it was than the Bondolino – although that carrier was great when a baby was in it, carrying a toddler felt very heavy! However, the Toddler Connecta has a wide enough base to support the little one from knee to knee, which creates less drag on your back and shoulders.

    I love the Toddler Connecta now. I love that I can get it on independently, I love that I can wrap it up and shove it in my bag so that I can whip it out for the homeward leg of our journeys, and I love the closeness. I'd missed it so much, and while back carry is very different to front carry, it's still lovely to feel Eleanor's tummy resting against my back, and when she sleepily lays her head on my shoulders it melts my heart!

    I get quite a bit of attention when we're using the carrier, but I've had surprisingly few negative comments. Babywearing at all is so unusual in our culture, I thought toddlerwearing was sure to be met with disapproval, but most people are just very interested in it. Once I was walking along the street and saw an older man watching us. "There's someone following you!" he said. Oh, here we go, I thought, and cheerily responded, "yes, very closely!" The man smiled, and to my surprise he said, "She loves it, doesn't she?" It made me smile that he recognised that this was something that made my daughter happy.

    And it does make her happy. She loves going on Mummy's back – given the option, it's the mode of transport she usually opts for. And it makes me happy to have her close, to hear her chattering away instead of leaning over a pushchair saying, "what? I didn't hear that." I don't know how long I'll keep using the carrier, but I'm so glad that, thanks to the Toddler Connecta, my babywearing (or toddlerwearing) days aren't over yet!


    Bec blogs at Growing a Girl Against the Grain and Tweets as @becb1984 - please do stop by and show her some love!

    Wednesday, 30 April 2014

    A mother first

    With every day that passes, my big girl is becoming more articulate, more confident in conversation, more developed in her sentence structure and more hilarious. We're a dry, sarcastic humour kind of household, and she's starting to get that. Her ability to do stuff baffles me, and her little sister kicking around the house just opens my eyes to how much stuff these kiddies learn in the first years of their lives. It's astounding.

    But with the articulate, chatty and bold little girl comes a more sophisticated trouble maker too; the ability to actively go against what you've asked, procrastination that would challenge my own, problem solving that makes me realise although she will always be my baby, she just isn't a baby any more.

    At nap time, I found her standing on top of her beautiful wooden walker that has lived in her room for some time, about to straddle the baby gate and make her escape. I had to take a breath to stop myself from laughing, and force myself not to applaud her ingenuity. I had to tell her off for this one.

    I had to be her mother first and her friend second.

    She was not best pleased. But one day she may thank me for saving her from a tricky situation, and hopefully the walker will be good for her sister and to pass on to her own children. I can still be sentimental.

    A mother first.







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    Sunday, 26 January 2014

    Mirror mirror

    Just happened to have noticed the prompt for the Better Photos Project this week and then got this silly picture of E by chance. Link up? Why not!





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    Saturday, 25 January 2014

    Exploring

    I consider myself to be pretty lucky tucked up in this corner of Northamptonshire to be blessed with wonderful countryside and plenty to do. Don't get me wrong, having grown up near the coast I couldn't have picked worse when I chose to settle in the middle of the country and I do yearn for the seaside, but as counties go, Northants is up there in my opinion.

    Yet I still get stuck in a rut about places to go. And I forget them I am minutes from Cambridgeshire, Rutland AND Leicestershire, and they have a lot to offer too. 

    So this morning we met up with one of my NCT friends for a morning walk at Foxton Locks. The sun was shining but there was still a sense of winter about... But a sense that winter was passing too. E was disappointed at the lack of ducks but enjoyed doing most of the walk hand in hand with her life long friend, another E, even if it took some time for them to figure out which combination of hands was most conducive to walking forward in a straight line. I love watching these friendships forming, and I love the sound of two little girls giggling with glee.

    And frankly, after a week of eating my body weight in things I shouldn't, I needed the walk too. You wouldn't know, looking at the photographs that four hours later we'd be stuck in the middle of a hail storm. I think I got it wrong when I thought winter was passing. 

    Not time to pack away the wellies just yet then. 








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    Saturday, 18 January 2014

    Tales of the Baby Brain

    What a disastrous day.

    We're up, we're ready to go, I've checked Kirby Hall's opening times and we are off. It's the failsafe well, it might rain destination for the toddler who likes it best outside.

    Firstly I can't remember where to turn. We get lost. On arrival, I haven't checked carefully enough, and failed to notice the winter opening times. 

    We'll go to Dean Park, I thought. Closed.

    We'll go to Lyveden, I thought. Closed.

    By which point, we've driven half the way around Northamptonshire. We'll go to Fermyn Woods... Great in principle, it's open, after all. Except it's £2.60 to park and I only have my bank card. So I have to pay £2.40 in addition on unnecessary beverages to put a car parking ticket on my car. 

    I fall over trying to get into the wooden castle climbing frame.

    E refused to do much other than go on the swings and then demands an unnecessary beverage. I manage to attract the weird men out walking their dogs who want to regale me with how they've forgotten the dog's lead. Then it tips it down with rain.

    We went home and my daughter ate a lunch consisting of ham, which she removed from the bread, and a banana. Followed by a yogurt. Lunch fail? Unsure. Dog eats crayons that are thrown on the floor.

    Looking at the photos, you'd never know about any of the bad stuff. Toddler outside equals happy toddler. Dog with full belly equals happy dog.

    Exhausted mummy.





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    Sunday, 12 January 2014

    I'll take a toddler, please.

    Don't get me wrong, new borns are divine, and babies are cute, and the wobbly starts to toddlerhood filled me with pride. But I am LOVING being the mother of a toddler and I'd quite happily keep my 21 month old as a 21 month old forever.



    Yes, they're scrumptious when they've got too much skin with their milky smiles and tight grip. But she was kiiiiind of boring as a new born, although the house was sparkling... And while I am desperately excited about having my own new born again - and of course I'll take this all back then - I could happily fast forward the first 6 months, retrospectively.


    Because I love having a proper conversation with my kid. About nothing particularly exciting, other than having a poo, or what colour the spoon is, or which friends she saw at nursery. I love that she can ask for what she wants and I don't have to guess. I love that she has preferences, and has her own mind and can get on with it with not much help. I love that I can go to the park without nappies and not worry about poonami. Or the pram. And that I can pop anywhere to get her a drink if I forget her beaker.

    She is independent. She is brave. She is strong willed. But she is caring, and loving, and full of sunshine. She is great company and such good fun.


    But I love the last of the baby features that still remain. That pot belly, the chubby thighs, the sleepy cuddles and the innocence and naivety that a toddler possesses for too short a time. 

    I can't wait to have two. And I can't wait to strut my double buggy about. But I am also dreading the need to plan a little bit more carefully again, the need to go back to precision timing. I am enjoying the spontaneity of a toddler too much. 


    It keeps getting better and better. I'll look back when my toddler is starting school and wonder what I was raving about. But if time stopped right now, I wouldn't complain.

    7 weeks. The first hints of spring are on their way, I think. My belly feels fit to burst.




    All change, please. I think.







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