What no Easter Bonnet?

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Ladies and Gentlemen, as I sit here today I have to confess my disappointment in my Mummy. Can you believe that she sent me to school with no Easter bonnet when its parade day? I first noticed the potential problem as we walked to school, lots of the other children were carrying or wearing these beautiful hand crafted hats, covered in chicks and eggs. I could hear her start to mutter under her breath to Pudding in the carrier, ‘maybe he won’t notice’ I heard her say. Notice? I may spend most of the time wrapped up in the world of Harry Potter, but I don’t live on a different planet!

I don’t say anything to her about the hats, but chat quite happily about my plans for pirates invading the sand pit and whether my best friend will be at school before us. Then when we are standing in the playground and are surrounded by all the other children and their beautiful hats, I let her know that the lack of Easter bonnet has not gone unnoticed. ‘Mummy’ I say loudly ‘where is my Easter hat, everyone else has one, it makes me very sad that I don’t have one’, queue a nasty pink colour creeping over her cheeks and some fervent eye glances to see who has heard me speak. Just to make sure every one heard I repeat the last part of the sentence again ‘I am very sad that you didn’t make me an Easter hat Mummy’. I can almost hear her embarassment as she crouches down to speak to me. She does say sorry and makes some excuse about forgetting last night, then I pounce, this is the time to ensure that I get everything on my wish list whilst she is wracked with guilt. I quickly request that when I get home from school we watch Harry Potter,  that I can have my wand back (confiscated earlier that morning for trying to curse Pudding), I can have an Easter egg and that tomorrow we can do some Easter based crafts. She agrees to all of the above without complaint, so I gently pat her on the arm and say quietly that it doesn’t matter about the hat…


Hot Cross Pudding

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Today is not a good Pudding day, it may be Easter but the only thing I want is my two front teeth. Mummy says it is far to early for my teeth to be making an appearance, she even went so far as to say I am a drama queen. Well tell me this then mother dearest why is it that I am all dribbly and I keep trying to chew my own fingers off? Yes I know you have had a look in my mouth and you say you can’t see any signs of redness, or even the remotest sign that there are teeth, but I assure you they are on there way. No I don’t have a temperature, although I am trying my best to get one by screaming myself hoarse and getting all sweaty and irritable. Where did this rule come from about no temperature, no Calpol??

Plus, I heard you talking with Daddy this morning about moving me into Pie’s bedroom into my cot. What is this rubbish you are speaking of? I may have slept through the night all week but that is no reason to ship me out to listen to him snore all night like a freight train. I am not fooled by your campaign to make me have my naps in my ‘big girl cot’ either. Have you not read the literature about me sleeping in your room until I am 6 months? I won’t stand for it, being just across the landing will not cut it, even though you can see me from your bed, its just not on, you can try it but I will have my revenge on you at 3am. Let me also take this moment to say that should you decide to also stop swaddling me I will sing the song of my people so loud that even the neighbours will be begging you to wrap me up like a sausage roll.

I tell you its a good job we are off to Nana’s tomorrow, she would never allow me to be this upset and there is no way she will banish me to sleep with Pie… Nana knows how to treat her little Pudding, she will cuddle me all day without making rubbish excuses like ‘hold on Pudding, I need the loo’. She will also believe me when I say my teeth hurt and I am pretty sure the ‘no temperature, no Calpol’ rule doesn’t apply to Nana’s either…

Optional Participation – Epic Fail

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So as many of you will have read, Pie went to school without an Easter bonnet today, this can only really be charted up in the big book of experience. You see as I am only going through the preschool stage for the first time I didn’t realise the importance of participating in such things as the Easter Hat Parade! The school had mentioned it in their newsletter, but the way it was written made it sound like an optional bit of fun, more aimed at those in reception classes and above, not nursery. Ah I see now this was rookie mistake, when the school says ‘your child can make and wear an East bonnet if they like’ what they mean is as a parent you are expected to craft an amazing piece of head wear which will be nothing short of being worthy of Lady Gaga. Let me tell you there were some very impressive pieces at school today, but I doubt much that the children had much to do with making them. I know for sure that had I sat down with Pie to craft this masterpiece that he would have been bored 30 seconds after starting and my house would have been covered with decapitated fluffy chicks and shredded paper. Not to mention the fact that undoubtedly one of the sausage dogs would have eaten a chick head or worse waited until the hat was drying from its many layers of PVA glue and then sat on it. So I tactfully forgot that it was the Easter Parade, but to make me feel even more like I had made a huge parenting faux pas Pie’s lovely preschool teacher made him a hat to wear at school so he wasn’t left out, cue a huge amount of Mummy guilt!

Unfortunately this is not the first time I have been duped by this apparent ‘optional participation’ first their was ‘Pinky Purple Day’ a few weeks ago when all the children had to go in purple or pink clothes in aid of Polio. I remembered this the night before, bit of an issue as Pie doesn’t own anything pink or purple, the answer was to get a white t-shirt and decorate it with a pink Sharpie. Not a great parenting triumph but least he had something to wear. Then came World Book Day, now I only have myself to blame here really as I could have done what 80% of mums did and brought a pre-made costume from Tesco’s or the like, but I didn’t, I forgot. Again. SO at 6.30 on World Book Day, I was up making some glasses out of pipe cleaners and a Gryffindor badge, I’ve got this covered I thought. Wrong again, despite his obsession with Harry Potter, Pie would not wear the glasses or the badge and would not let me draw a scar on his forehead, so he went to school in uniform. Suffice to say when he got home he wanted me to wear the glasses and he drew a scar on my head with a Sharpie pen, which has only recently come off. Finally it was Sports Relief – wear something sporty they said, this I was sure I could manage. Alas the clothes were ok but could I find a pound anywhere? Nope, I had to raid every drawer in the house trying to find enough coppers to make up the required sum, we only made it to 97p, luckily it was collected in a bucket so we threw it in and know one was any the wiser!

I love that his school has so many things he can participate in, I just wish I could get my act together. I don’t know how everyone else manages, having Pudding is only going to hold up as an excuse for a short time. Eventually I will be expected to sort my act out and get on top of all these costume days. I shudder with horror for next year, when it will be even more important to him to be participating. Before children I was pretty disorganised, I am the sort of person who loses her keys 5 times a week and ends up having to call her other half home from work to let her in. I wouldn’t mind but I write everything on the calendar and still forget it or write the wrong time down and turn up on the wrong day! Is this baby brain? I would like to say it is but really I think it might just be scatterbrain. Pretty sure Mummy Pig doesn’t have this problem, her costumes are always amazing and she doesn’t short change charities.

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Park Life Pudding

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oh my what a tiring afternoon! Mummy, Pie and his friends and me all went out to enjoy the lovely bank holiday weather at a great big park today. Mummy popped me in the carrier for some hands free time, yet again I had to have my bottle on the move, this is becoming a habit! Still it was OK as being close to Mummy is what I like best. I wasn’t to sure about the great outdoors to begin with as I had been napping in the car but with a full tummy there is nothing I can’t handle. Although it wasn’t great when a big piece of Mummy’s nobbly bobbly ice cream landed on my head, I wasn’t that impressed. Mind you it was quite funny when Pies’ ice cream fell out of his cone and Mummy picked it up, pulled a stick out of it and shoved it back on, he didn’t seem to be too worried. 🍦🍦

The boys were crazy, like a pack of wild dogs, running all over the park chasing each other and shouting. There was some to do about hand holding and someone calling someone else a princess (such sensitive souls these boys). I hung with the girls and tried to join in their conversation, I just ended up babbling at them as I was so over excited looking at the trees and sky. I tell you something though all that walking and fresh air wore me out completely, I ended up sleeping on the way back to the car! 😴

Pie loves the park it’s one of his favourite places to go – I think he is making a list of his top 5 reasons why the park is great. I bet it features a stick, he loves a stick does Pie. Me? Oh my favourite thing about the park is definitely being snuggled into Mummy with the sun on my face 😊

Puddings should swim only in custard

Afternoon!

Mummy decided in her infinite wisdom that today should be my first swimming experience. She said as Daddy was off this was a good day to go altogether… Now there are a couple of things you need to know about being a Pudding, firstly Puddings do not under any circumstances like being cold. Secondly, Puddings do not like to feel weightless!

so we arrive at the place they called a swimming pool, Daddy took Pie to get changed, he was very excited, I was just pleased to be with Mummy on my own. If this was swimming the start looked good! Mummy took her clothes off and I watched her fight her way into her swimming costume. She muttered something about wishing she had brought a new one as trying to squeeze into this one was a joke 13 weeks post baby – I have to say it was quite funny watching her wriggle into it!!

Then it was my turn, well that soon wiped the smile off my face, she laid me on a bench and stripped all my clothes off – brrrrt cold cold cold. Then she redressed me in a stretchy wetsuit thingy that was a bit big as it was my brothers. To add insult to injury she had the audacity to laugh at me and say I was a silly Pudding! Hmph least my costume was too big…

Then the moment was finally upon me – my first swim! A quick dunk in the shower, ooh warm, that was lovely. But hang on its very bright in here and what’s that smell?? Mummy started to walk into the water, she waved at Daddy and then sunk into the water with me. Holy moly that is cold! She laid me right back with just her hand under my head, I felt all floaty. I was really unsure about this swimming malarkey, but Mummy kept smiling at me reassuringly and I kicked my legs a bit, that was pretty cool. Pie came over to see us and he splashed my face, I could feel my bottom lip come out, but Mummy scooped me up and held me against her warmth – crisis averted!

It it was starting to get pretty cold now – Daddy said that as I was turning blue now might be a good time to take me out. Oh great thanks Dad, now it’s really cold! Luckily Mummy wrapped me in a nice warm towel and took me to get dressed. Taking the swimming costume off was a struggle – mine and Mummy’s – I wee’d on my towel just to show how I was feeling! Finally we were dry and I was dressed and in my car seat, 30 seconds later I was back to snoozie land…

Day Trip

Mum says today is the first day of Spring, not entirely sure what that means but the sun is shining and apparently we are off on an adventure, wherever we are going Pie seems excited so I guess it will be good when we get there.

Ooh I had a lovely snooze in the car, I didn’t really want to wake up but Mum says I need to get my cardigan on and get in the carrier. Usually I love the carrier, but what is this? This is not my wrap or my beautifully comfy Ergo, and she has scratched my face on a nasty piece of Velcro whilst trying to wrestle me in to position. I am not impressed and I am starting to feel a bit peckish…. No no no I draw the line at a hat, I hate hats, I won’t wear it I tell you (Mummy gives up, it’s spring after all). I manage to snuggle down into my unfamiliar carrier, it’s ok I guess but now I am feeling really hungry, it’s no good she is gonna have to hear me roar! Oh you have to be joking, your going to feed me in this thing? No sitting on a bench in the sunshine looking at you? Fine I will drink it but I am silently protesting with my eyes, this would never have happened with Pie. Just because I am the second baby doesn’t mean you can get away with this.

I finish my milk, grudgingly and settle back into the carrier. I really want to see these Sheep things Mummy  keeps talking about, Ewan is a sheep and he is pretty cool. But oh no my eyes are starting to close….. Suffice to say I saw nothing of the sheep or the farm, apparently Pie had a good time so I guess he will have to tell you all about it!

Love Pudding xx

Farm Fun

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So Pudding and I went to the farm this weekend, she wasn’t exactly the life and soul as you have probably read. Well she missed out big time there was loads going on!

When we got there we saw loads of dogs jumping over things and running through tunnels. They looked like they were having a great time, I can’t imagine our sausages doing that. I guess they might if mum promised them some kind of amazing treat, but as they mainly like sitting on the sofa I think it would have to be the best treat ever. After that we walked round and found that someone had built a camp fire and was providing marshmallows for toasting, I got a long pointy stick and got to toast my own. It didn’t go great, I set it on fire and then screamed my head off when I pulled it out the fire and it was black. Mummy had to eat it for me and bribe me back to smiles with the promise of a cake later on.

Then there were loads of tractors and a huge piece of machinery that Mummy did not know the name of, but I was allowed to climb up into the cab and pretend to drive both of them. The wheels were so big that Mummy And Pudding could sit in them. I tried my best to ignore Mummy when she said I had to come out but eventually she sent Opa to come and get me. I tried the old cat in a basket trick, you know arms and legs out grabbing everything on the way past but it was unsuccessful!

I enjoyed seeing the sheep and cows, there were lots of baby sheep with their mummies but by this stage the most important thing was getting that cake that Mummy promised. I made sure she didn’t forget about it by reminding her every 30 seconds. I finally got the cake on the way back to the car, as usual I ate half of it and then decided I didn’t like it, Mummy ate it for me, what would I do without her??

Introducing Pie

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Hi Pie here, I am 3 and have recently been lifted to Big Brother Status, this is quite exciting but it’s not quite what I thought it would be. For starters Mummy and Daddy told me that I was going to have a baby brother or sister months and months ago and they kept taking me to see this greenish blob thing on a screen and trying to tell me this was the baby. Then there were all those times Mummy said she was tired and then she got too fat to help me put my shoes on or chase me round the soft play, she also got quite poorly and I was scared to leave her alone. Daddy said that my baby sister would be here just before Christmas, I thought maybe Father Christmas would bring her, but she arrived a few days early. Mummy said Pudding came out of the little red line on her tummy, and that the red line would be sore for a little while and that she wouldn’t be able to pick me up and that we would have to have low down cuddles. This made me quite sad as I love to play rough and tumble with Mummy and Daddy. I got to be the first person to see Pudding at the hospital, Daddy took me in to see her and Mummy. She wasn’t very interesting she was asleep, I was a bit disappointed as I wanted to play with her, luckily Mummy had saved me some biscuits!

The first few weeks home with Pudding was really hard for me, I love her lots and like to give her cuddles, but she takes up lots of Mummy’s time and sometimes I feel a bit sad when Mummy can’t respond immediately to my demands. Daddy and I have done loads of things together since Pudding arrived, we have made an awesome den in the park and we have been doing lots of soft play together. Its been really cool to have him at home to keep me entertained and to play with me when Mummy is sorting out Pudding or trying to get some sleep. I think Mummy has been a bit sad and has been crying quite a lot since Pudding was born, Daddy says its not my fault but that I just need to be as nice to Mummy as I can be. This is quite hard because I feel very cross at the moment and little things get me so mad, sometimes I find myself raging for no reason at all and it takes Mummy a long time to calm me down. I didn’t really like Mummy feeding Pudding either, she used to try and read to me  when she was feeding but Pudding kept messing about and ruining story time. Its much better now that I can help to give Pudding her bottle. I love picking out little outfits to dress Pudding in and I am great at finding all the things Mummy needs when she is changing Puddings’ bum. I had few problems with my talking and my toileting when Pudding was born, I really struggled to get my words out for a few weeks. It was very frustrating for me but its starting to get better now. I am still having a few accidents in my pants but I am getting lots better and Mummy is trying very hard to help me.

Life with Pudding is getting easier now, she smiles at me all the time and has started making funny noises at me. I am enjoying having Mummy home and not at work, we get to do lots of exciting things with my friends and I love going to preschool. Can’t wait for our holiday in a few weeks!

Love Pie xx

Mami 2 Five
 

It’s great to be a Pudding

Lets face it being a Pudding is great – firstly I am super cute so every where I go everyone wants to talk to me or about me. Every time I smile I feel like a celebrity , people rush to get their camera out to take a picture and to coo over me.

Then there are the cuddles – now Mummy gives the best cuddles but to be honest I am not to fussy at the moment. If you are offering to cuddle me I wont say no. Any moment not cuddling is a wasted moment in my eyes.

My super power has to be the ability to fall asleep at any given opportunity – one minute I am happily gazing round the room, next I am gone, off to snoozie land. Mind you if you wake me I turn into a dragon, Pie made this mistake only a few days ago, he won’t forget that in a hurry!

Then there are all the amazing discoveries I am making, like my own hands, they are pretty fascinating. Finding my mouth with my own hands, now that was a result, I like to suck them super loudly while Mummy is trying to watch TV! Sometimes it all gets a bit much for me and then I have to fall back on the aforementioned super power 😊

Speaking of such things it must be time for another nap Zzzzzz

Ewan The Dream Sheep – Review

Now when Pudding was born and I was doing some research into the new products around since Pie was born Ewan the Sheep kept coming up, so I spoke to a couple of my mummy friends and he came really highly recommended and because we had gone for a crib a mobile seemed a bit big. So we ordered one!Picture

What a fantastic little gadget – Ewan is super soft and snuggly, really easy to install batteries and to operate. He has a couple of modes which determine how long the sounds play for and how loud which can be set up be taking the disc part out of his tummy. You can also set up the red light – designed to mimic the light baby would have seen in the womb. Each one of Ewans’ Legs makes a different sound, there is harp music, heartbeat, rain or the vacuum cleaner. These white noise sounds have been proven to help soothe babies as again they mimic what they would have heard in the womb.

Still the proof was in the Pudding – she loved it right from the start, all the noises seemed to be quite soothing but as she gets older she really enjoys the harp and the heart beat best. We used Ewan right from the first few days, every time we laid her down after her last feed at night we would press one of his legs. Now Ewan is an important part of her routine, he signifies the difference between day time naps and actual bed time. Ewan fits nicely in Puddings’ crib but he also has a velcro loop tail so you could hang him up if you wanted too.

The only real downside to Ewan is that he does seem to get through quite a lot of batteries – we are on our 4th set in 3 months. This is only a huge issue if you haven’t realised that the batteries are running out and your baby is as dependent on Ewan as Pudding is! We now keep spare batteries at home – the first sign that Ewan is starting to run out is an abrupt stop to the white noise/music. Ewan the Dream Sheep is quite expensive at £29.99 from most retailers, but I guess that is comparable to a cot mobile.

Overall we are impressed with Ewan the Dream Sheep and we would recommend him for newborns and for helping to establish a nice calm bedtime routine.

Pudding Rating: 🍰🍰🍰🍰🍰 5/5