It’s Dinosaur; not Dine-Saw!

It’s a disappointment bigger than a Brachiosaurus that my boy Pie has not the slightest Iguanodon in dinosaurs. It’s not for lack of Triceratops on my part. Right from an egg I have been talking to him about these amazing creatures, but I may have been speaking in Velociraptor for all the good its done me. He doesn’t even Tyrannosaurus to look interested its like talking to a Diplodocus most days!

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He would rather talk about Star Wars or Harry Potter! It really gets my Spinosaurus up when I show him a dinosaur and he calls it a dragon. Why can’t we talk about Pachycephalosaurus or Zigongosaurus? They aren’t difficult names for my own Sauropod to get his tongue round! Yet he behaves like a creature from the early Triassic period and calls them all dine-saw…(Damn you George Pig) I know it’s not the be Allosaurus or end all but I always thought having kids would enable me to justify my own geeky love of dinosaurs!

I can still remember that first trip to the Natural History Museum with my own family. The sheer excitement as we walked through the door and came face to face with a colossal skeleton! It was an awe-inspiring moment, even now it still makes me Gallimimus. It cemented a life long passion and a desire to study Paleontology. (Alas this is waiting for my retirement, not many dinosaurs in Birmingham!)

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After a relentless first year of forcing dinosaur clothes, books and toys on him, Mr Pud has now banned me from trying to brainwash him into my Cretaceous period. I am not even allowed to show him Jurassic Park until he is older, not even the bit before it gets scary. But how can my Anklyosaurus-biter be such an old Stegosaurus? Maybe I will get lucky in Pudding and she will develop into a Gigantosaurus nerd like her Mother, after all who else is going to run round the Natural History Museum with me?


 

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Time Management Strategies for Being a More Efficient Mom

Being a mom is the most beautiful, but one of the most difficult jobs in the world. When we observe it from afar, it seems that it is something women just do, an inborn process of taking care of their kids, but in this modern world, women have much more on their minds. A mere look on their “job description”, from the endless to do lists to the tantrums in supermarkets or the wide range of skills you need to organize a child’s birthday party, makes us feel overwhelmed. The things do not get any easier if you have a career to think of, or if you are a single mom, and stay at home moms also have a ton of things on their minds. Here are some strategies to help all of you supermoms out there to keep it together and to be efficient.

Slow Down

This might sound counterproductive, but doing everything in a hurry can actually slow you down. When you are under pressure, don’t take a bunch of things to do at the same time just to save time. In the end, you’ll do nothing properly and you will have to invest more time into repairing the mistakes you have made along the way. According to Psychology Today, if you take some time to slow down and properly assess the situation, you will be in better position to prioritize.

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Be an Early Bird

A busy mother knows how quickly a day can get away. Do not give it that chance, and wake up as early as you can (you should still get your 8 hours of sleep), possibly before your kids open their sleepy eyes. Then you can get the chance to do a number of things you can’t possibly accomplish when you have to watch them.

Streamline the Housework

Housework doesn’t have to be such a monumental task. You can take one day to organize the house better, and the cleaning will be much simpler. For instance, you can remove wall-to-wall carpets and use area rugs, instead. Clear the kitchen counters of anything you don’t use daily. Remove small items from shelves, so you don’t have to move them each time you are dusting, etc.

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Simplify the Cooking

Sure, Boeuf bourguignon is delicious, but time-efficient mother doesn’t have the time for that. That doesn’t make you a bad mom, though. In most of the cases, the simplest meals are the healthiest. Try to make necessary preparation for breakfast and lunch in the evening. Also, you can opt for slow cooking meals where you can just “throw in” meat and vegetables and leave them to cook while you do other house chores.

Care about Your Health

If you are constantly tired and sleepy, you will never be able to get things done. Be sure to eat healthy food, be hydrated and exercise. Not having enough time or money for gym membership isn’t an excuse. You can get a yoga mat and proper workout equipment and exercise while watching YouTube videos.

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Find Some Time for Yourself

A happy mom is a productive mom, and if you don’t find time for yourself you will only be stressed out and miserable. Devote that time to doing something you love. It can be everything ranging from reading a book or binge watching a TV show to learning a foreign language.

Find Hobbies for Kids

Kids should have hobbies, because they make them more self-confident, independent and generally happier. Besides, you can use the time when they are on their dancing lessons or soccer trainings, to finish up the chores around the house, and prepare everything for the next day.

In the end, make it your priority to show love every day. No matter how busy or overwhelmed you are, this is what makes everything worthwhile.

Guest Post by Zara Lewis

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Zara Lewis (Twitter: @ZaraELewis) is a mom, designer and a regular contributor to highstylife.com , devoted to implementing healthy life habits in every aspect of life of her family and friends. She seeks for beauty in everything that surrounds her. Will start a blog about it once. Until then writes her diary occasionally. Romantic soul and tech geek in one body. She enjoys hiking, cycling, yoga and cooking.

Beware the WerePudding

Now I know that in ghost stories they say the witching hour is midnight. Some people think the spirits arise around 3am to camp out in creepy town. That this is when blood curdling screams rip through the air… Not so at Pudding HQ. Our witching hour(s) are 3-6pm. This is when the ear splitting shriek of the WerePudding can be heard.

It’s a terrifying sound that rises to a crescendo quite quickly. Once the fever has set in there is no turning back until the magical bath of bubbles is found once more; followed by the creamy elixir of Hipp. There are no silver bullets to slay the beast. The only cure should have been administered earlier on in the day in the form of a long uninterrupted sleep. But while the WerePudding’s fangs are still coming in, sleep is a rare commodity that is not often afforded during daylight hours…

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Unfortunately the WerePudding is not restricted to the lunar cycle and she doesn’t give a monkey’s which phase the moon is in. Her primal desire is to find something suitable to gnaw on. Ideally human flesh (necks and fingers appear to be a staple). She is also partial to a giraffe… A WerePudding can be temporarily distracted by a parsnip or some such pureed substance. This is a short-term fix and will not halt the eventual appearance of a fully fledged monster.

There are no real warning signs before the turn. One minute there can be delightful giggles and then in a blink of an eye the beast is there. Fangs bared, frothing at the mouth and howling to the sky. You can attempt to ward off the creature with Bonjela or teething powders.  On occasion a well-timed dose of calpol has proved a useful weapon. But none are fool-proof, and it would be a mistake to rely on any one should you be trapped in a confined space with the WerePudding.

The WerePudding does respond to the call of her own. Should you place similarly afflicted babies in her presence she can usually ensure that they can all howl in unison. This means that any social activity is completely abandoned. Leaving the WerePudding’s mother home alone to deal with this tricky creature…

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I left my Heart…

So here we are sat in 1st class en route from Birmingham back to the Mother Lands (Aka London) for our first grown up weekend since the Pudding arrived.


Some mixed emotions as we leave both kids where their more than capable but slightly crazy grandparents. I have made lists, organised food, shown them how to make milk and work the pram – in all honesty it felt a bit like leaving the dogs at kennels – ‘yes 6 scoops for 6 ounces…’ Luckily they are used to my control freak nature and humour me by listening intently and nodding along, giving only the occasional dig that they have actually raised two children themselves. Of course they know babies, but they don’t necessarily know my baby, all her quirks and peculiarities, her preferences and cues. But then does it matter? Do they have to do exactly what Mummy does? No, they don’t, as long as she sleeps and eats and is reasonably content then that’s fine. I mean it’s not like I want them to upstage me!

I am not worried that the kids won’t survive one night without me, I can’t quite put my finger on what gives me that little knot in my stomach. My rational brain is screaming just relax woman, you have two days of quiet, hot meals and a lie in. Two days of uninterrupted adult time with your amazing husband who has planned and executed this trip with laser precision. (He is already looking at pictures of the kids…) When did we become these people? 5 years ago we would have been on this train, prosecco in hand and not a care in the world!

I know it will be fantastic when we get there and that all our old haunts will soon bring back those fabulous memories of being young and childless – but in the back of my mind I know that I will have left a piece of my heart in Birmingham, even if it is just for one night.

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