Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Wordless Wednesday: Little things

Well nearly wordless anyway...

Little things I'm loving at the moment...

Warm weather and blossom...
Like lots of blossom...

Bike riding and running again...

Unexpected simultaneous naps... 
Oh the cuteness

Masking tape for all its uses...

Beautiful baby blues...
Little presents from the garden...
Evening walks in the woods...
*happy sigh*

Happy Wordless!

Sunday, 21 April 2013

Growing up to be who we really are...

When Isaac was born everyone who took a peek at him in his cot and later anyone who saw him playing said:

'oh he looks SO MUCH like his dad!' 
To which I used to reply 'Oh I know' 
and in my head i'd think I'm in there too!

Because of this resemblance I assumed his personality will be exactly like Tim. You know naturally sporty not so interested in my lets say tendency to imagine and daydream...

But damn it if the kid isn't turning into me a little!

Always day dreaming, dressing up, pretending. Oh man I love it. 

He has football at school on a Fridays. He likes it but spends a large portion of the time wandering around on the outskirts of the game clearly daydreaming. The other mums laugh not unkindly at his little antics. Tim watches on baffled while I just smile, seeing myself in little boy form.

And these days he is always drawing, colouring, painting and making. I love it so much. 




When Lucas was born everybody who gazed upon him exclaimed 'Oh Sian he looks EXACTLY like you' 
'I know' I'd say proudly 'exactly like I did as a baby'.
So I assume we have one each right? One like hubby, one like me. Um no. Lucas is so strong and naturally coordinated which is not something you could say about me. He can at 3 years old kick and throw a ball with as much accuracy as Isaac already. He may be slow to talk but all day he climbs, he jumps, he rolls, he jumps some more. Swimming, riding his bike, he takes to it all quite naturally. I love watching him move.

He is fearless.

So its the other way round right? Lucas like daddy Isaac like me?

But actually I'm still wrong. Isaac is Isaac and Lucas is Lucas.

They both have bits of me and bits of Tim that we can recognize at times but it combines together to make someone completely unique. We have no idea who they will grow up to be. And nor should we.

Those damn expectations make us compare and expect things. We shouldn't do that. 

I do that and I shouldn't.

I want so badly for them to be whoever they really are. As someone with dyscalculia this has always been so important to me. I want to encourage their strengths and support the things they find difficult. To let them grow up moving towards their natural tendencies on their timeline not mine. I don't want them to go down the route where you deny your true self to fit in with what everybody else expects you to be. Only to wake up years later wondering where the hell you went.

The things that make you different are usually the things that make you beautiful.

This all sounds great in theory but the last week I forgot all this. I went into total melt down over Potty training...
As in Lucas who is already three is still not managing it. I'm doing my best and yet it's just not happening. I was starting to feel the weight of other peoples comments and opinions on it. Should I be tougher? What am I doing wrong? I rang my health visitor and reached out to friends and online. The response I got back reminded me some important stuff...

Kathleen Hennessy Positive Discipline Parent Educator very kindly took the time to write to me. One particular paragraph jumped out at me:

I sense from your description that you would be comfortable allowing him more time, because, as you have perceptively noted, he is somewhat delayed in his talking, although here the range of normal is very wide indeed. Perhaps it is more the external pressure which is pushing you to go against your inner wisdom of what is right for this particular child, whom you know in a way no other does.

Um nailed it!

(She also gave me some practical advice for encouraging him along, email me if you are interested in this advice)

My health visitor said the same. She said that he doesn't seem ready yet so be patient, be encouraging and stop worrying what other people think. 

Ha! That should be my mantra. Stop worrying what other people think. 

It's a work in progress.

I know I have learned this lesson before but it seems to be one I need to keep relearning from time to time. I have remembered what's important now.

I want them to grow up to feel good about themselves.

I want them to embrace the things that make them and others unique.
Nice glove hat, boots combo Lucas!

I want them to dance like no one is watching.
I want them to have courage.

I want them to always be kind and compassionate to others.

I want them to be able to live their life with an appreciation of the moment, 
for the simple pleasures of everyday.

And I really want them to become who they truly are.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.  ~Dr. Seuss

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Wordless Wednesday: Spring is Stirring

Shh it's finally happening...
 The sun is warming the bare winter trees...
And the ground beneath our feet...

Slowly but surely...

Things are waking up...
 Oh hello there Spring...
It's been a long winter without you.

Friday, 12 April 2013

Easter and a little dose of Karma...

It's my own fault

In my last post I wrote about how me and the boys always catch every germ going while hubby remains healthy as a horse

Why on earth would I write such a thing? I should have known the moment I pressed publish I was messing with karma or something like that...

While staying at my parents my dad came down with terrible sickness and diarrhoea. I really really hoped Isaac and Lucas wouldn't catch it.

They didn't

Nor did I

Can you guess who did?

Yep, poor hubby he was so so ill.

With that and being away for Easter I haven't managed to share our Easter stuff with you. So lets do that shall we? Because although Easter is 'so' last week it will be much more pleasant than sharing the details hubby's violent tummy bug with you.

Trust me on this.

The day before Easter Sunday we made Easter treats...
 As usual it got messy...

We used natural dyes on our boiled eggs again this year...
I'm not gonna lie, I thought they came out awesome...


The next day the boys awoke to a little surprise waiting for them...

Then it was the morning egg hunt...

Inside each egg were some chocs and a little friend...

Isaac feels like he scored big this year...

The chicks were not impressed by their new surroundings one little bit...



Even when played with...

I can't imagine why?


We also gave them dinosaur eggs. Because those are so easy to come by...

You put the eggs in water...

And wait for them to dissolve to reveal your new dinosaurs...

They loved them so much, it seemed like the perfect present...
So I don't want to talk about the fact within a day we had lost most of the parts for both dinosaurs. We have a head from one and a tiny arm from the other *sigh*...

At least they are still enjoying their colouring books...
Man my windows are dirty...

Then we were off to visit Tim's parents and later my parents too.

Blissfully unaware that soon hubby would be making a close personal connection with the toilet bowl and we would be house bound...

Poor Hubby.