My daughter has a reward chart currently on the go. This is to recognise her efforts with tasting new foods, behaving well and to mark any special achievements. If she gets 30 stars we treat her to a new book. This is how we’ve arrived at what is turning to be a little bit of a mini obsession. We love visiting Waterstones the book shop. On a recent trip there, after spending an age looking at all of the story…
So there’s a couple of dates in the diary coming up in the next few months which have got me (over) thinking parenting again. Seriously, no one tells you at parent school that your mind is in a constant state of turbulent emotions do they?! [note to self – parent school? what a cracking idea!] Both of these events involve my Daughter going off with people who I don’t completely 100% know. As in not a family babysitting assist or…
One feature of my blog since it started back in June 2017 (over two years ago?! well done me…) has been my posts describing how my Daughter has adapted going from Nursery to Primary School. It hasn’t been a conscious decision to specifically document this transition. But it feels right to once again write a few words as she prepares to start Year two. I’ve enjoyed revisiting my older posts on this covering Graduation at Nursery, my first thoughts of…
I learnt this fascinating fact tonight. My Daughter is a right little chatterbox and we’ve had some brilliant exchanges whilst she’s in the shower prior to going to bed. She obviously takes after her Dad as most of my thinking is done there. She just doesn’t seem to have much of an inner monologue (again, guilty as charged) and tends to ramble on about anything and everything (stop it, this is getting scary!). It’s definitely one of my favourite things…
Before I start, I probably should clarify something. This isn’t a post documenting a year of those fantastic spectacles of nature. Although I have seen some awesome ones in my time. I swear I’ve seen the end of a rainbow coming out of a loch in Scotland . No pot of gold though. I also witnessed a brilliant double rainbow a few months back. Ah, memories…. No, this is a post about my daughters first year in her local Rainbows…
I’ve had a pretty intense few weeks work wise and as a result I’m expecting my mental health to take a bit of a battering. Once I’ve got this week out of the way things should calm down but history has taught me it’s the period after the storm that seems to be when I’m at my most vulnerable and susceptible to an attack. I wrote about my experiences with anxiety in a post last year which explains my own…
I’ll set the scene. My daughter is now six, she sleeps by herself in her room and in the last few weeks has started to play relatively quietly when she wakes up early. She then comes into our room when the sun comes up on her Gro clock. This does not mean I’m a lucky parent. iBears normal bedtime routine is to go upstairs with one of us with a story around 7:45-8:00pm. She then settles and falls asleep pretty…
My five year old Daughter and I have a brilliant relationship. I’ve been a hands on Dad since the moment she was born. I changed her, I bathe her, I put her to bed, I do homework with her, I read to her, I play with her. I wouldn’t have it any other way either. It can be tough, of course. Having very little time to myself has always been an issue but I wouldn’t change it for the world….
Recently I experienced the fright of my life. A kind of raw terror that I have never had before and definitely do not want again. I thought I’d lost my Daughter. I thought she’d been taken. It was 15:40 on a Friday, I was at work and my mind was starting to focus on the weekend ahead and what we would get up to. Then my mobile phone rang. The number coming up was the school. I stared at my…
Everything’s been feeling a bit doom and gloom recently. I think a lot of people will be happy to see an end to 2018 for a variety of different reasons. However this past weekend my daughter received two random acts of kindness in the same day. My faith in humanity has been restored. Choo Choo Choose your seats We had a day at Edinburgh Christmas Market arranged and it was to be the first time my five year old daughter…