Wobbly Tooth…Wobbly Mummy

The tooth fairy is on her way.

We have finally made her list.

My boy has a wobbly tooth.

His face when he came out of school was bursting.

I thought he had done something exciting and couldn’t wait to tell me.

He had a wobbly tooth.

And bam, I was wobbling.

I didn’t expect to feel like that.

He was my baby five minutes ago.

We waited ages for that first tooth to come through.

Why? What was the hurry?

Things were slower back then.

Days filled with baby groups, learning new skills and trying new food.

I remember days when they seemed to drag because they were so testing.

Wondering how I was going to get through the day.

Because my boy had been up all night teething.

I’d love those slow days to come back.

Life is on fast forward now.

Permanently.

Breakfast, school, tea, homework, bed.

And repeat.

Everything feels in a rush.

Weekends are filled with parties, football and gymnastics.

I want a slow day of drinking in my boy.

So Little Miss Tooth Fairy.

When you come, you are not leaving any money.

You are bringing a voucher.

A Do What You Want Day voucher.

For me and my boy.

And now I can’t wait for that tooth to come out.

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A summer of making memories

On July 29th 2014 I made a pact with myself.

Just before I did the final school run of the summer.

I was going to enjoy time with the children in the summer holidays.

I wasn’t going to be stressed.

I wasn’t going to juggle the children and the business at the same time.

I didn’t hold out much hope.

Not if the past few years were anything to go by.

It is usually a muddle of fitting in work and packing orders around park trips and questions.

It was always so stressful.

Too stressful.

Especially when the children came to ‘help’ me pack orders.

But it couldn’t have been more different this summer.

I purposely did no work when I was with the children. 

Planned full days of them being with grandparents so I could get my work done.

It’s been heaven.

We have played and played and played.

Visited friends, gone to play areas, had picnics at the park.

We have laughed until we have cried.

Made cakes, painted faces and learnt to ride bikes.

Built sandcastles and played rounders on the beach.

A summer fun of memories.

Instead of a summer full of stress.

We put out out the school uniform for tomorrow.

Then we had a team hug tonight so say thanks to each other for the fun.

Then I heard a little sob from the top bunk.

The boy said he was feeling very sad.

He didn’t want to go to school because he loves me so much.

And again this morning before school.

When I couldn’t hold in the tears either.

So we made a pact.

To make every summer better than the one before.

Making memories is the best part of being a parent.

Bar none.

Summer holiday fun

Summer holiday fun

 

The Parenting Memo You Don’t Get About July

You’re a parent.

You will have been told a million times that children grow up fast.

‘Enjoy them, it goes quick’.

‘They’ll soon be leaving school’

When you have a toddler, it seems like a lifetime away.

Then they start school.

And then you will know what those people mean.

School years are faster than normal years.

September begins all fresh with new bags and pencil cases.

Ready to gather up your broken sanity from the madness that was the 6 weeks holidays.

Then the school year will whizz around in a whirr of assemblies, world book days, easter egg hunts and sports days.

Your Sunday nights are spent preparing for the week ahead.

Getting uniforms ready, doing spelling and homework projects.

Your evenings are spent helping them to read their books.

Then before you know it will be July.

Their uniform will be small and riddled with pen marks you can’t get out.

Another year gone.

A knot will arrive in your tummy when you think about your baby growing up.

You may have to go to an assembly about growing up.

You may need tissues.

It goes by in a flash.

Take some time in that school year to press pause and just be with your children and soak them in.

Get off the school hamster wheel in the school holidays if you can and cherish them.

*This memo is written by a mum who’s baby has just left Reception.

**This a  mum who watched tons of parents and Year 6 children crying because they were going to high school.

***She doesn’t want to go there.

 

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It’s Only A Buggy…

…said my husband as he took the last ‘baby’ thing we owned to the charity shop.

It was only a buggy.

But it was confirmation that I would never push a buggy again.

Not that I want to really.

But that is not the point.

It was like a million memories of both the guys in that pushchair just flooded into my brain at once.

Awash with sentimentality now.

I used to be sad when they moved up a clothes size when they were babies.

Going from 9-12m to 12-18m felt like the worse jump.

From baby to toddler.

I have to try hard to fight that now and enjoy every single moment I share with them.

It’s so hard at this time of year though.

July brings the close of a school year and saying goodbye to their teachers.

School years whizz by so quick.

July is when it all comes to a head that they are growing and changing.

Brings a lump to my throat.

My beautiful niece leaves her primary school tomorrow.

I’m sure last time I looked she was only 8.

But as I tell myself all the time.

The only way to slow down the clock is to enjoy every single second you can with them.

So I have just decided.

We are going to write a summer holiday bucket list together.

And do as many of them as we can.

Making memories to keep forever.

You can’t take them to the charity shop.

It was only a buggy.

 

 

Mumpreneur Hour

One of my very first Baba+Boo deliveries

One of my very first Baba+Boo deliveries

I’m just sat here working in the garden.

The perks of being your own boss.

I say working but it has never ever felt like that.

I’ve not worked from home for a while and just had a little flashback to the times when I was what I is considered a mumpreneur.

Running my little fledging business at home whilst looking after small children.

At the same time.

It was all done in the early hours before they woke and the evenings after they had gone to bed.

My favourite time was nap-time. From 1-3pm was my time to sit in peace and delve into this new world of business and especially social media.

It was in this time that I learned how supportive and friendly other mums running businesses were.

There were other mums sat there while their children napped starting out on their business journey.

I was pretty amazed how much help there was.

I’ve seen a lot of people scoffing at the word ‘mumpreneur’.

I suppose it sounds a bit twee and puts women into a box.

I just saw it as a way of summing up this new wave of mums who are trying something new.

Instead of going back to work.

Wanting to be at home with their babies but still use their brain.

Still trying to earn an income for their families and keeping their skills sharp, while learning new ones.

If it needed a coined word for this trend, then so be it.

It certainly helped me joining Twitter chats such as #mumpreneurhour run by Mumpreneur UK.

Those early days of being at home with two children under two and a fledging business still are a blur.

But things just come back to me for no reason.

Like this small memory of making friends during nap-time.

Sharing stories and helping to motivate each other.

Fond memories.

I might remember some more one day, as the fog of my mumpreneur days shifts.

 

A Brand New Ride

Things have been so busy since we got back from our lovely family holiday.

I want to blog about that but not had time.

We’ve moved into our new fabulous office.

Want to blog about that but not had time.

I’ve never got enough time.

I’m used to that by now.

Well, I thought I was.

Changes are afoot.

Scary ones.

Big ones.

Don’t know what they are but I can sense it.

I got on a roller coaster when I started Baba+Boo.

It was pretty hard to get used to, but I did.

The ups and downs became so comfortable, not so scary any more.

After a few meeting with some very good people last week.

People who know what they are doing.

Who aren’t here by accident like me.

They made my realise that the time has come to get on a new ride.

It is much, much bigger.

I’m about to embrace new challenges and it’s been quite hard on my brain.

I knew this drive inside me was never going to go away.

But I never knew it would burn so deep.

And here I am.

About to enter the world of proper growth strategies and employing lots more people.

Being a boss.

Wow.

Scary.

But yes.

Exciting times are afoot.

 

Fussy Eating 1 Mummy 0

My children’s eating habits have always been the hardest thing about parenting for me.

I have turned a corner with the boy though, thankfully.

Using the hints from the book ‘French Kids Eat Everything’ worked a treat with him.

I wrote about this on the Baba+Boo blog.

He’ll eat anything in front of him now.

He even tried my lobster on holiday and loved it.

It sent Boo the completely wrong way.

She became so much worse and she became nervous and scared at meal-times.

It was distressing for both of us.

The first thing she asked in the morning was ‘what is for tea’ tonight.

So so stressful.

I was giving her a fear of food.

She struggles with new things in every aspect of life.

It all needs to be on her terms.

She needs order and she needs to be in control.

Very like me.

So I realised I need to start again with her.

And trying new foods needs to be her choice.

Now on Sunday, we sit and plan what she wants for her tea all week.

I have a very clever mummy, who made me a gorgeous family meal planner.IMG_3738

She is so much calmer.

She only has a limited choice of foods to choose from.

I’m really hoping that they will increase.

I’m actually quite certain that she will start trying new foods.

The foods she likes are not the healthiest of choices.

But so what.

She is happier.

We are both less stressed.

I am sure one day, she will like lobster too.

 

The School Run

If you asked me one of the main reasons why I wanted to have my own business.

You would get this answer.

The school run.

I wanted to be the one to drop the children off at school.

The one to see their happy faces running out of school.

I’m grateful  that the school run is part of my day.

Grateful every day.

The moments before the school run are not that romantic.

Getting them ready.

Gathering homework together.

Making packed lunches.

Stressful at times.

But then you see this at home time.

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Grateful for my business.

Grateful that is allows me to have these precious memories.

Looking Back

I attended a baby event today with other baby advisory companies.

It was called Life After Birth.

It was all about the things you need help with after birth.

It took me right back to my beginnings of being a mum.

I wasn’t expecting to be so emotional today.

I was just there to show parents why I think they should use cloth nappies.

Lisa from Daisy Birthing did a talk about positive birthing.

Claire from Baby Calm did a talk about how your baby is meant to be close to you.

Kat from Sale Sling Library did a talk about slings and how much of a positive impact they have on parenting.

It made me think about the birth of my first child.

I had pre-eclampsia, so I was induced as I we were in danger.

I wasn’t stressed though, so I think it went as well as it could be

But being a new mum was so far from what it would be.

My baby wouldn’t settle.

He didn’t like his pram.

He didn’t like his moses basket.

He didn’t like car seat.

I know now that he wasn’t designed to like them.

He was designed to me as close to me as possible.

He is 6 now and still likes to be attached to me.

When Kat talked about the importance of slings.

I felt sad.

I wished I had used one with the boy.

It would have saved my sanity.

It would have made my boy happier.

So many regrets.

Well maybe not regrets, just wish I knew better moments.

I actually makes me broody.

I want to do it all again, just so I can do it right.

It’s not going to happen though.

The fella said I can get a dog instead.

Feeling The Fear and Doing It Anyway

I read this book by Susan Jeffers in May last year.

I’ve always been shy and nervous of new situations.

Meeting new people especially.

So I bought this book to try and get over this fear.

It had held me back.

I am a firm believer in changing things if you are not happy with them.

I read it and then put it away.

Didn’t really embrace it but one thing stuck with me.

Making your comfort zone bigger.

So on New Years Day 2014, I wrote down resolutions that would make my zone bigger.

I checked in on them yesterday.

I’ve done a lot of them.

Go to a gym class, which I had a huge phobia of.

Check.

Be brave.

Going to do a school talk tomorrow about waste – my suggestion.

Check.

Get a personal trainer.

It actually hurts to sit down after last night’s session.

Check.

I wished I have tried to make my comfort zone bigger a long time ago.

I get butterflies in my tummy for things still but I know how to channel them now.

I got asked to be a guest speaker at a business event last week.

I would have actually run away at the thought a year ago.

Nervous? Yes.

Looking forward to it? Yes.

I barely recognise me.

I’m definitely doing it anyway.

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