Thirty eight seconds. Just over half a minute. That’s how long this piece of wood, washed up on the beach, held her attention for. What I’m learning though, is that 38 seconds is enough. I know my daughter and I just know that she’ll drop what she learned in that 38 seconds into a conversation […]
We were on the train today and my daughter noticed the number on the seat in front of us. She pointed it out, and then identified the second number as the number eight (she knows this one because it looks like a snowman!). I asked her what the other one was, and she surprised me […]
The only thing to fear, is fear itself… Said someone who’d never felt a sneeze building whilst breastfeeding
Music has piqued my daughter’s interest recently. Whilst I am not remotely musical, I love music and am always happier when I’m singing. When I was pregnant, I remember I was told that the baby could hear what was going on outside now, and that singing was a nice way of bonding, knowing that baby […]
Following my post You couldn’t make it up, I came across the perfect sale section while I was out shopping. So my daughter is now the proud owner of her very own “make up” The Tinkerbell compact contains a pop up hairbrush, and a mirror. The star is a vanilla lip balm, and the “blend […]
My daughter’s desire for independence has surged over the past few weeks. Suddenly she wants to dress herself (and gets frustrated if I dare to so much as set foot in the same room as her while she’s putting her socks on, in case I try to help!). She’s more interested in the things I’m […]
We’re camping with friends this weekend, so don’t expect many updates. In the meantime, please enjoy this haiku I’ve penned which sums up our experience so far. Camping in garden Children refusing to sleep Where’s the bastard gin?! Two out of the three are finally sleeping, and I’m pretty sure the dogs are too. Of […]
My daughter asked me last night why she doesn’t have any make up. I said that make up was something that you use when you’re older. She said she is three now and not a baby any more and so she wants to wear make up. I asked her if I was wearing make up. […]
I’m so glad for you Her firm and feral friends You bring her what I cannot Mischief and dry pasta
“What’s that mummy?” “A tampon” “Can I stick a tampon up my bottom too?” A teachable moment Plenty of opportunities for discussion and questions Endless questions Questions I promised myself I’d answer patiently Moments I swore I would embrace Today I settle for “No my darling, you can’t.”
Unconditional Unschooling 