Time has come to scope out nurseries for Joseph when he turns three. I pretty much want him with me most of the time so he gets full adult attention and guidance to help him learn. I must say watching a child bash him over the head recently for no reason (“sorry he gets it from nursery and I cant seem to stop it) pretty much made up my mind. Grrrrrr. That and a second friend’s baby coming home with a HUGE bite mark in her face. No thanks! Biting was something his cousin did to him too and a nursery acquisition.
I think Joseph will eventually benefit from a playgroup space but there is no hurry and pre three is too early. He now has a good handful of friends he is excited to meet and plenty of variety to his week’s play. He would eventually be bored senseless in the same nursery day in day out or even week in week out for a few hours!
From three I have my eye on a playgroup rather than a nursery which comes highly recommended by another stay at home mum. At £14 a week it’s very affordable and suits us better with afternoon sessions from 12 til 3. Two or maybe three afternoons a week from three should be more than enough. Helicopter parenting this isn’t but I feel very strongly about being here for him and I’ve seen him come on leaps and bounds with guidance which I just don’t think a nursery environment can properly provide for him.
Besides from a tender 4.5 years old he will have a lifetime of institionalising ahead of him so anything I can do to help free of him of that whilst providing friends, adventures, play and much much fun and learning is a good thing.
Ive also been asked to write for a website with a pay possibility so the hard work is paying off there too and gives me another focus.
That said this is a brilliant reposte on the “full time mothers don’t use their brains, fulfil their education and set a bad example to their kids” bullshit meme feminists are so fond of advocating. A taster.
The feminists shout at us that we need not, and must not, think that parenting requires time. Indeed, they argue that your child will benefit most when you do not spend time with them. If you are educated, your child will benefit most from seeing you ‘use’ that education – away from them. If you struggle financially, they will benefit most from you working – away from them. The implication is that pursuing feminist equality and financial equality is of greater worth to a child’s well-being than the quality of parenting that he experiences.
Stay at home parenting is on the rise big time in the US. Let’s hope that the trend washes it’s way over here and that governments give women the full and complete flexibility they need to balance a work home life in favour of home and their kids for the short space of time they grow up around us,
(Oh and Holly holds an MPhil and PhD in Intellectual History & Political Thought from Newnham College, Cambridge if any of that really matters).
Another mum friend is considering skipping the 3 year old nusery place altogether too which reminds me to catch up with her to discuss it.
Highly recommend Menorca.
Cheap living, cheap flights, cheap accommodation (we went independent of the big tour ops) and wonderful for babies and toddlers with a short flight, gentle heat and accessible virgin beaches with turquoise waters. It is an unspoilt little piece of paradise where a glass of delicious wine is not much more than a quid.
Our view from the appartment attached to a villa that we rented was of rolling soft green countryside and flower filled meadows. The nearest beach to us was a 5 minute drive through a national park which we explored on foot aswell. The beach at the end of the park was unspoilt with a vast array of shells to collect and fishes to watch and gentle toddler ankle high waters and inlets for him to explore. He completely loved it. Lunch was anchovies or little fishes fried in olive oil and local prawns flash fried. Totally delicious and kiddo loved the food.
Home to zero traffic on our way back from Gatwick airport through central London and warm mostly sunny weather.
Ive found a drop off playgroup for a tiny £ amount a week, right around the corner from where we live that is full of fun for kiddo. In the event we ever need it for a few hours a week, it’s good to know it’s there. It’s not institutionalised daycare which is great. It’s a proper playgroup with attendant care so I don’t have to be there. It can be drop in or a full week of morningo r afternoon fun for a pittance a week. There are a few of these around Tower Hamlets. I am surprised none of us knew about them. When I called up they said yes easy to enlist. Found out via a mum who uses them so she can grab a break with the newborn.
Another day another working mum paid to write newspaper articles bashing stay at home mums
-have brain rot
-transfer an alpha career modus operandi to parenting
-are overeducated and over protective of our kids
Well done Laura for turning such garbage on it’s head. I must admit to finding their full time fascination with us a little curious. If you choose to work (rather than have to but really don’t want to, say like my sister) and you prefer it well then fine, it’s your life, they are your kids etc… but please don’t come up with some spurious nonsense bashing people who make different but usually tough financial choices! We live with the very real fallout of a the loss of one salary. It means making sacrifices on a huge scale. I could not give two shits that I am not an alpha female smashing glass ceilings. I take exception to the idea that I “wasted” an education by shelving my ‘career’ (job). And I really truly oh-no-not-ever could care less that feminism takes a dim view of family life and motherhood …other than to say check out the choices you are removing from women. Keep writing your sneering codswallop. In other worlds, worlds which matter more than your ivory towers, women are working because they do not have a choice. They would sooner not be, certainly not full time. Good of you to put pen to paper to support them? In a nutshell you are arguing for women to have LESS choices. You are deciding for them what defines womanhood, success and provides their sanity - a fucking job. Stick that in your feminist pipes and smoke it, you weirdos.
I wasn’t sure if I would enjoy Tower Hamlets when we first moved here. After Joseph was born I struggled with making friends. But I can honestly say I now do.
Friday I paid a visit to a mum to a newborn with a toddler. She contacted me out of the blue because she hasn’t seen me at the local children’s centre and was concerned. How nice! She is coping well with the baby and much more relaxed second time around but concerned her 3 year old daughter isn’t having that much fun without getting out so much - a huge struggle with a newborn. So I suggested we hold playdates at hers. We visit her, the kids all play together and she gets to relax a little. We can also help her get out of the flat and into the sunshine of our closest park, right next to where we live. Her eyes lit up.
I then mentioned this to some ladies at our little Friday afternoon playgroup, they all agreed it was a good idea and one went on to suggest she would pay her a visit, though she doesn’t know her well, and take her own newborn baby and 3 year old toddler too - because “she needs to know help is very close at hand”. The second new mum feels a little more settled into her ‘new baby with toddler’ routine and wants to help. Then we all talked about each other and how we can extend this a little. How about holding playdates and letting a mum drop off her toddler and go about getting things done she may not ordinarily be able to do? Like get a haircut or go clothes shopping for a few hours?
And just like that we all just provided one another with childcare that is friendly, established, reassuring to our kids and free. And it starts Wednesday. Exciting!
I also received warm praise for the craft activities at the little playgroup on Fridays. To be honest it has been a little stressful at times so it’s good that this is coming together and that something so wonderful and positive has come about from it aswell.
Took kiddo to get new shoes yesterday in amidst the chaos of the busy past three weeks, finally managing to squeeze it in! He is 7. Of course we decided not to buy from Clarkes after the fitting as they are just too damn pricey. Bought a bunch of 7s only to find out they were too tight. Went back and got him an 8! He is clearly taking after his grandfather heightwise, who is 6 ft 4. We also had him registered at the dentist. 6 month waiting list for this place off Roman Road but worth it as they were brilliant. No waiting at all. Got myself checked out whilst there and dentist recommended a filling. Not because of decay but because my tooth was grinding down. I grind my teeth, I know this. So I had my first ever filling in my life and can honestly say I would sooner not repeat this experience. Otherwise she was shocked at how good my teeth are considering I have not seen a dentist in 25 years. Well thank you mum! All that dentistry we had as kids at her insistence has paid off. My son refused to open his mouth but that’s ok at least he is on their register! I intend to be as strict as my mother about caring for teeth at least until 18! We also booked a holiday to Menorca which I am so looking forward to. My son was conceived there, we thought it would be fun to head back. Beautiful kid friendly beaches, lovely countryside, calm and peaceful. Quick flight, short car journey. Win! This little spot on the net is my diary and I am behind with so much of it including kiddo’s birthday, farewells to friends and my husband’s promotion and our wedding anniversary. I want to chart this as soon as I find a spare 5 minutes. We are also hoping like crazy that we can have my mother in law come over to stay. That would be wonderful. I love the woman to pieces!
I had decided to put money away for some plastic tables and chairs for Joseph’s party, thinking I could use them for the playgroup on Fridays afterwards and maybe claim the money back if we ever get funding. Then I realised the tables were £8 each from the local market, corner store thrift shop and not £4 as I had stupidly imagined they were. I imagined kids eating on a mat on the floor which isn’t ideal. The little playgroup we attend inside St Dunstans church may have come to our rescue. The lady there is lending us her collapsible tables and little chairs. Very sweet of her. Just need to figure out how to get them from A to B without spending a fortune. I think a taxi would take them if they fit. Hope so.
Yesterday my son turned two. We have a party planned this weekend. In the rather sad absence of so many family dotted all around the world birthday celebrations tend to be a bit “light” so we thought we would get a few buddies along for him to share it with us. I hope it goes well. I’m making most of the food which I am keeping simple and we have scrimped and saved to get an entertainer to come along for an hour. Hope she’s ok.
But it was yesterday that he turned two. On Sunday night I got a text from a mum who asked me if we fancied making a trip to Greenwich for a picnic. Very thoughtful of her as I was expecting a low key, normal day and hadn’t said anything to anyone. Having family far away herself she knows too well how it feels I suspect. I woke up and had a bit of a blub. I find it hard to fathom that he is two already! Then we set off to Greenwich. We took a big red bus of course. Followed by a ride at the front of the DLR. We headed to the Maritime Museum at the other mum’s suggestion. It’s a wonderful bright airy space inside an historic building and was much fun. A huge space for toddlers to race around in safety, while we watched sipping a “Paul’s” coffee. Yum. We had our picnic. Joseph stuffed his face. I am convinced he is just on one long growth spurt the amount he is stuffing at the moment. We took photos of the two of them racing around the world map. With photos of him in the USA and Brazil because family in these parts of the world cannot join us. Thought it would be nice to make them feel a part of it all. Outside it was sunny and quite warm. After a stop to take in the park and the water features, we headed home. Front seat DLR again with people only too happy to relinquish their seats for him without me asking. Thank you London. I may be at a miserable distance from family who long to be with us and vice versa on a day like today but you have a habit of filling our lives with wonderful adventures and distractions.
Today two years ago I was induced at the Royal London. I can quite safely say I do not have fond memories of the dreadful care, complete lack of interest (rude to careless) or failure to spot an issue which left me in an unnecessarily long labour or without pain relief for a long period of time for a “back to back” labour. I lost way too much blood as a result and wasn’t well for days. I was to put it mildly terrified. To read of the cases of women dying at the hands of the NHS in childbirth has only made my anger grow. I was also then bullied into breastfeeding. Should I mention the posters all up around the wards saying “ask a midwife how to breastfeed”? I asked. Noone came. In the four days we were in I asked about a dozen times. I was self taught completely to begin with. All in all not wonderful. I am grateful to God for my beautiful son. The NHS, nope.
It’s my son’s birthday on Monday. We are going on a mum’s outing, this time to Greenwich. His birthday will include a picnic, most unexpectedly - sounds lovely.
Joseph’s life has been centred in or around the various play centres/groups he attends weekly for play. They have been good to us and for us despite my occasional grumble. Today was the last chance to attend the Under Twos session.
I cannot believe he is turning two. I remember the first time we went to this session (which feels like last week) and distinctly recall how far off two felt.
We took along some extra food for snacktime. Cheese and pineapple plus a nice mango. Everyone tucked in. At the end of the session we all sang Happy Birthday at songtime.
Lovely picnic in Victoria Park in the sunshine today with some mums and babes after Piccolo. All rather nice.
My son turns two in 5 days. What happened to the last two years? Really where on earth did they go. And judging his behaviour at Piccolo he really is entering the terrible twos. I need to buckle up and don a helmet.
My son was knocked off his feet by a cyclist in Victoria Park today. The loon was going way too fast. Joseph escaped the mummy collective as we sat at a table, then darted out. I didn’t get to him in time. The cyclist merely paused, watched to see if my son got up then sodded off without so much as an “are you ok?”. Wanker! Joseph said through tears “mama. bike, wheel, owie on finger” (he didn’t say wanker. I said that, quite loudly)
The first of three of his buddies since he was tiny, leaves very very soon and we are pretty much saying our goodbyes shortly. The other family leave in April with their two urchins. I am very very sad to see the close of this amazing chapter in our lives. I shall miss each of them and their mothers a lot. They have enriched our lives, brought fun, laughs and comfort where it was needed through this two year rollercoaster ride. At one point I thought they would all three grow up together until nursery or school age at least but sadly that is not to be. I must admit I became quite emotional about it when writing the first of the good luck cards.
Texas is back on the radar and frankly when I consider how royally screwed we are as a family tax wise I am inclined to really push for this now. We have established that my parents can stay three months of the year on a tourist visa which would need to happen if we move that far away. Let’s see.
So I settled on no wifi after 9pm. Or at all when my son is awake. This will be a challenge just as it’s meant to be. And good for us all too. I’m also trying to say the Rosary daily. A mum friend chants daily. She’s a Buddhist. Made me feel like an epic failure. It’s just all round good to meditate on life. Whatever your faith or none just taking 20 minutes to sit and focus on life away from it all is good for the soul. I always feel a million times better for example, when I leave Mass. That one hour of pure focus on the divine, family, community and one another lifts me right up. It was a chance return to Mass and precisely that feeling which brought me back to the faith I had rejected after Mums accident. I was an atheist for over a decade.