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.”
Sometimes I eat with my fork, mummy. I will do my wees on the toilet when I’m bigger. Look, I can wipe my hands on my own trousers. I love you very many, mummy. These are the things she tells me. I tell her, I love you very many too.
Recently my daughter has stopped calling me mummy, preferring instead to shorten it to mum. My sentimental pangs aside, to me this is another way in which she is asserting her independence and her ownership of the world. She’s assigning the names she feels fit, and thus making things her own, rather than parroting names […]
My daughter has recently turned three. And already I’m facing “that” question about my plans not to send her into mainstream schooling. “Aren’t you worried about her socialising?” “How will she socialise if she’s not in school?” “Don’t you think you’ll make her miss out on loads of time socialising with friends?” No, I’m not […]
Unconditional Unschooling 