Told Tilly it was time to eat her toast and get out of her pyjamas so we could get going. “But I can’t have toast and go anywhere!” she shrieked as she pushed her unwashed hair out of her eyes, “I’m still giving my baby a bath and then there’s SO much cleaning to do!” A series of grumbles and frustrated grunts followed. Isn’t it just so beautiful when you hold a mirror up to your child and see all the best parts of yourself reflecting back? #JustLikeMama
Tilly caught a prawn. She named it “Prawny”. Sad times all round when I broke it to her that prawns are more of a “for a few moments” pet than a “forever” pet.
So today it was like Pinterest came over and said “hey! Let’s do some child-led cooking! Mini apple-berry pies! Fun shapes with pastry! It’ll be an educational hoot!” Then Pinterest came down with a sudden bout of food poisoning, tried to shout instructions from the bathroom, but finally admitted defeat and went home.
It’s ‘Cultural Dress Up Day’ at kindy. The culture Tilly has decided to align herself with is PeppaPigUnicorn. Fair enough. Also, she seems to have found Nemo.
Me: “I love you so much I could burst!” Tilly: *sideways glance* “I like you too”. I just got friend zoned by my own two year old.
Sometimes I get really excited about stuff to get or do with the girls, and it backfires on me. Like the time we excitedly took them on a geothermal walk and they whinged for 85% of it and screamed that the steam was stinging their eyes (it wasn’t. My girls just love to sprinkle every day with a bit of drama). So after months of planning for a playhouse to be built and delivered as a big surprise for the girls, I had a little moment of doubt and wondered if a beautiful weather-board mini-house was more about my childhood dreams than theirs. Then Tilly did THIS face/fist pump combo when she saw it and I knew it was a dream come true for them, too. We couldn’t be more thrilled about the house (painted to match our house, which absolutely is more about the parents than the children, #sorrynotsorry) made by Uncle Greg’s Playhouses in Tauranga. Let the tea parties commence!
Following an afternoon filling up on popcorn, M&M’s (peanut ones, chosen for the protein, obviously) and fluff off the cinema seats, I made a low-key dinner of peas, carrots and sandwiches. The five year old thought “lunch-dinner” was hilarious. The two-year-old shot me a mutinous look while making bee-beep noises as she pretended to call the cops on her hand. “Hello, p’lice?” she said into her hand-phone, “Mummy made us sammiches for DINNER, so come and take her and lock her up”. Meanwhile, her big sister wailed “Don’t take my Mum away! She’s a good mum! Beeeeeliiiiieeeeevvvve meeeeeeee!” She cried actual tears. I think we now know which child will be given power of attorney one day. She’s currently top of the leader-board for inheriting my wedding rings, too.
As a bargaining tool at bedtime, we often let the two-year-old choose an extra buddy to take to bed (alongside constant companions Bunny & Stinky). She’s now sleeping soundly, curled up tightly around tonight’s choice: a large, pink, plastic toy bathtub. #YouSaidICouldChooseAnything
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