Merry go round moments – week 35.

Family fun: top shot.

Too covered in weetabix to fix with a flannel, too heavy to hold at arms length all the way to the bath...only one thing for it!

Too covered in weetabix to fix with a flannel, too heavy to hold at arm’s length all the way to the bath…the kitchen sink was the only solution!

Memories are made of this.
The words mummy and daddy are being replaced with mum and dad by our girly.  It has been a rapid change, over the past week or so.  I am actually genuinely finding this incredibly hard to take.  I feel almost heartbroken every time she says it, thinking how grown up my baby girl suddenly sounds. I hadn’t really thought about how it would make me feel, when the time came.  I certainly hadn’t expected it before her third birthday. I keep trying to coax her back to calling me mummy, and she acquiesces when I push the point, but I don’t think I’m going to win in the long run. Perhaps it will feel more comfortable, given a bit of time for me to get used to it. Right now it feels horribly as though my two year old suddenly has the voice of a teenager!

 

Laugh out loud.
Two little faces, pressed up against the bars of the baby gate in the doorway separating me (in the kitchen) from them (in the playroom).  You’d think that with a great big space to play in and all their toys around them, they might have been content where they were.  But judging by the racket they were making to get into the kitchen, they clearly felt that I’d selfishly barred their entry to the best spot in the house!

 

Quick quote.

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.”

C.S. Lewis

 

Music makes me happy.
Clap hands, daddy comes with a pocketful of plums. I haven’t sung this one since our girly was really young, but I started it up again this week, as it is very simple and involves a lot of clapping.  The boy really does like to clap!  I don’t know whether subconsciously our girly remembers it, or it has just captured her imagination, but she loves it, and joins in very enthusiastically, choosing who is going to get the plums and then changing the fruit they will receive, and then what other foods they might get.  And so on and so on. Sometimes we can go through it twenty or more times before she gets bored.  Plus, the boy – as expected – loves clapping along!

 

Good times.
The packers were in on Friday, and by 4pm they had been and gone.  Just us and a very empty house, all our stuff in a shipping container on the way to our new home.  Hopefully it will arrive there by October, which will only be a couple of months after we get there.  In the meanwhile we are making do with very minimal home comforts.  So there we were, all four of us, sat in a circle on the floor playing pass the ball, just having so much fun and enjoying the simplicity of the game.  I wouldn’t go so far as to say that the total lack of furniture and home comforts is liberating – I miss my comfy sofa (hugely!!). But it is quite gratifying to see how happily our children have carried on as normal, completely unphased by the change and the sudden lack of toys.  It bodes well for our settling-in period when we get to our new home, which is a relief and means there is one less thing to worry about!

 

 

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3 thoughts on “Merry go round moments – week 35.

  1. Osyth

    Oh how I hate being called Mum even now. I am Mummy. I don’t know why it means so much but it does. Mind you – I have called mine ‘Mother’ since I was about 15 and making some or other entirely ludicrous point in an argument that was clearly totally insignificant since I have no notion at all of why now nor have done for decades! What’s in a name? I don’t know really, but Shakespeare I hate to argue with your Barding brilliance but when it comes to Mummies the rose still smells as sweet but somehow it manages to pierce the heart with its thorns too. Lovely post as usual 🙂

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    1. jenny Post author

      Oh so true, there’s so much in a name when it comes to what your children call you. The same is true in reverse too…even now if someone calls me Jennifer I feel like I am being told off for something!

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