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I love my children more than I can
say, as I imagine all mums do, but my three and a half
year old drives me to distraction and I can see my eighteen
month old beginning to emerge from beautiful, cute,
adorable babyhood into the start of the terrible twos.
It's amazing how stressful it can feel looking after
two children, and sometimes, I just have to laugh, otherwise
I'd cry. Maybe I need some help...
Holly has found the red pen and drawn on all Bob the
Builder Toys. Bang goes my idea of selling them on ebay.
In the meantime, Michael has found the used potty...(more)
My other half thinks so. He bases this observation
on the fact that I had a 20 minute conversation with
two Jehovahs witnesses who came to the door on Thursday,
and I actually seemed to enjoy it...(more)
Holly buys a gift for Mum for Mothers' Day... (more)
Kids say the most wonderfully funny things... (more)
Visiting the Library:
Shopping with the children:
The art of negotiation:
It's my television:
Who's in charge around here?:
She is beautiful and funny and smart and loving. She
is also moody and determined, single minded, and focused
on number one. She can be fiercely jealous of her brother
and wants to have or do what he is doing. She can be
clingy and shy. She loves television, and she has a
wonderful imagination. She tackles me and jumps on me
and is always running and jumping, but she won't walk
from A to B and still wants carrying or to sit in the
When the kids go quiet, I get suspicious, and
9 times out of 10 I'm right to be. Holly has found
a red pen and drawn on all her Bob the Builder
Toys, and I mean all of them, all fifty or so
that we have gathered over birthdays, Christmas,
bribe days and I just give in, yes you can have
another truck days, after all you haven't killed
your brother today, so you must have been reasonably
well behaved. Bang goes my idea of selling them
on ebay. Unless of course anyone wants a permanently
blushing Bob, or machines that look like they
belong in a Dracular movie.
Washable pens, they are, but that doesn't work
on the eyes, and washable seems to mean you can
wash them, not that they'll actually come clean.
Anyway, I stay calm, and explain to Holly why
she should not be drawing on her toys, and I wonder
how I can get this message across. I decide perhaps
we should wash them together, so I get some warm
soapy water and two flannels. Holly loses interest
within about 30 seconds and I find myself day
dreaming as I scrub red pen off Lofty and the
gang. In the meantime, Michael has found the used
potty I've managed to miss in the corner of the
room, and because it's there, and because he can,
he does. I manage to come to my senses before
hands reach mouth or walls or floor and we rush
to the bathroom.
And this is just half an hour of my day.
Do I need more adult
My other half thinks so. He bases this observation
on the fact that I had a 20 minute conversation
with two Jehovahs witnesses who came to the door
on Thursday, and I actually seemed to enjoy it.
They came at a good time. We'd just got in from
a walk, the baby was asleep and Holly was playing
happily, so when someone asked me what I felt
about the way mankind was treating the world,
and what we should be doing about it, I actually
thought about it.
I expressed my views, I asked them theirs and
we discussed the issue. They presented their evidence,
backed up with a number of quotes from the bible,
and I played devil's advocate and asked some tricky,
slightly risky questions.
Ok, so I could have phoned a friend, but just
because my kids are having a good moment, doesn't
mean my friend's are. When was the last time you
had a twenty minute, uninterrupted two way adult
conversation?? Also Holly has an inbuilt mummy's
on the phone monitoring system which switches
her into horror mode as soon as she realises I'm
talking to someone else, and not her. So, I had
my twenty minute adult conversation with the Jehovah's
And you know what? I'd love to be as calm and
self assured and confident in my beliefs as these
two ladies were. But it just isn't going to happen.
My logical mind can't quite get it's head around
one faith/religion/ denomination being right,
and all others having just missed the point somewhere
along the way.
I believe in God. I say a little prayer for my
two babies before I go to sleep (and I have recently
added the other half in 'cause he felt left out).
I don't often think much beyond that, mainly because
it opens up too many unanswerable questions.
My partner and I have discussed how we would
explain death to Holly and Mikey, not because
we have had to deal with a berievement, but because
we want to be prepared. My Thursday discussion
actually gave me an answer I quite like. The Jehovah's
witnesses believe that when you die, you return
to the earth, to dust. But God retains a memory
of you. It's one to think about...
Religion has also come up alongside the school
debate. Where should we send Holly to school?
Should we look at the Catholic school system,
although we are not Catholic? Should we consider
a Christian school, or should we go with the state
schools? It's a tricky one. I liked the caring
environment of our local Catholic school and I
would like the children to have the basic ethical
and moral education that seems to come in a religious
school. We don't take them to church, but perhaps
they should be given the education that allows
them to make their own informed decision about
their religious beliefs as they get older.
Yet at the back of my mind I just feel hypocritical.
You see, if I had the conviction of those Jehovah's
witnesses, life would be easy!
Back to Thursday. Holly came down and started
trying to shut the door on us, then the cat started
nosing round the shopping bags left in the pushchair.
When they offered to help bring my shopping in,
I declined politely and we terminated the conversation.
It's one thing having an interesting debate with
a couple of commited strangers, it's another letting
them into your house. And my guess is they'll
It is Mothers' Day on Sunday so today at pre-school
they are shopping for gifts for Mum. We have all
donated our $5 gift, and sent the kids in armed
with a dollar coin to go and buy a gift for us
from the pre school 'shop'.
I explained to Holly this morning that as it's
Mothers' Day on Sunday, everybody would be buying
a present for their mums today at pre-school (maybe
I should have got Colin to do that bit...) Anyway,
her response was that she would like to buy a
gift she could share with me - a gift for Holly
and Mummy. I suggested that Mothers' Day was a
day where you do something for mum, not for Holly
and she thought a while and then decided that
perhaps we ought to have a Holly's Day as well
as a Mothers' day...
As part of the Mothers' Day build up, the teachers
talked to the children about all the important
things our mums do for us. When I got to pre-school
for pickup, I saw they had written some of these
things up for us mums to see on the notice board.
It was a list of the things mums do for us, with
what each child had said next to their name. Oh,
I thought, I wonder if Holly actually contributes
to these things, so I scanned the list... Hailey
' My mum makes me nice lunches', Thomas 'My mum
reads me stories', Joshua ' My mum makes cakes
with me', and there she was, Holly. Wow, I thought,
my three year old actually speaks up in class.
Then I read what she'd said...'My mum switches
the television on for me'.
It was Holly's birthday last week and we went
ot our local RSL club for dinner. (I know, times
have changed, but don't knock it til you try it).
Being members, they have our details on record
and every year they send out a voucher for a free
ice cream cake for the kids in their birthday
month. So I left make cake making skills for party
day and we had an ice cream cake at the club with
four shining candles.
When they brough the cake out, I said to Holly,
'make a wish' (as you do).
And she said, 'I don't need to make a wish. I
have everything I want. This is the best birthday
Colin was gobsmacked, til I told him about an
episode of Clifford's Puppy days we watched earlier
in the week!
Still, the sentiment was there, even if the words
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