All posts tagged: #Preschooler

City Girls

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Two little city girls went country for the weekend. Questions from Amy as we took a stroll in the fresh air: “Why is there so much poo everywhere? Why haven’t you brought your handbag, Mum? Is there a cafe at the farm? No? Then how do people get cupcakes? DID I JUST STEP IN POO?” Etc.

Family Dining

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I love food, I really do. My husband likes to embellish the story of our first date, and say that I finished my dinner, then finished his, and if he’s really on a roll, he’ll say I licked the plate. Plate licking did not happen. I have some standards (for first dates). In reality I ordered an entrée, main and dessert, and finished them all with gusto – which apparently was quite a thing for a blonde in her early 20’s in the early 2000’s. We’ve tried to instil a healthy respect for food with our daughters, but have found eating at restaurants with two troublemakers can be a somewhat confronting experience. Cafes are pretty much fine, because there are tiny cups of frothy milk with marshmallows on the side to rip into, but dinner at restaurants is a whole different story. One family dinner outing ended prematurely when Amy sobbed hard about not wanting her food, and a newly mobile Tilly kicked the table so hard she knocked over my wine – it was …

Brunch with a side of blush

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Brunch with a side of blush today: Amy loudly announced “Daddy is going to marry another girlfriend and move overseas”. There were curious looks from other cafe patrons when Jeremy emerged from the loos, completely unaware of the fictitious scandal his four year old had aired. I’m really excited to find out what tales she makes up at school this week.

Well, are they?

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Amy’s school drop-in day. A chance to look around the classroom. A chance to meet the other kids. A chance to get excited about the year ahead. And, a chance to ask any burning questions, such as my daughter’s queries as to “if we go swimming can we do bombs in the pool” and my personal favourite, “are farts allowed at this school?”