The Versatile Blogger Award

I am very pleased to have been given a Versatile Blogger Award by the lovely George, and you can read her fabulous blog about life with her family here http://2prettylittleladies.blogspot.co.uk/

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The rules of the Versatile Blogger Awards are pretty simple and a fantastic way of sharing the love with other bloggers. One thing you need to do when nominated is share seven facts about yourself, so here goes:

1. I can’t drive but have flown a plane (for five minutes!).
1. I can’t slice bread with either hand.
2. My hair is impossible, whatever I try to do with it.
3. Chocolate and pink wine are my friends.
4. I have played with a tiger cub.
5. I love diaries, one which always makes me laugh is Diary of a Provincial Lady by EM Delafield.
6. I am a WI member and helped set up a workplace branch.
7. I have just got a new allotment, and it’s already looking challenging!

Blogs I love:

http://learnermother.co.uk/
http://mashedpotatoesblog.com/
http://newmummyreviewblog.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.upallhoursblog.com/
http://www.mummyupallnight.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.emmaandalfiesworld.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.ethans-escapades.co.uk/
http://theoliversmadhouse.co.uk/
http://cupofteaandchat.blogspot.co.uk/
http://motherem.com/
http://www.birdsandlilies.com/
http://crewcutandnewt.com/
http://www.newmummytipsmanchester.blogspot.co.uk/
http://www.stephaniesprenger.com/
http://www.ialwaysbelievedinfutures.com/

If you are nominated, you’ve been awarded the Versatile Blogger award. You can find out more about it here: http://versatilebloggeraward.wordpress.com/about/

• Thank the person who gave you this award. That’s common courtesy.
• Include a link to their blog. That’s also common courtesy — if you can figure out how to do it.
• Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly. (I would add, pick blogs or bloggers that are excellent!)
• Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award — you might include a link to this site.
• Finally, tell the person who nominated you seven things about yourself.

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Chapter 21-Mother’s Little Helper

Rarely a day goes by without worrying about my parenting skills. But Raffie’s cry of “don’t forget the wine Mummy!” pretty much confirmed my lack of abilities to the parliament of pensioners in the supermarket queue.

Unfortunately we go there regularly, but Raffie loves the supermarket and spends a lot of time writing out his shopping list beforehand with due care and attention. And after all, he is only being helpful. Raffie’s shopping list usually consists of the following:

Butter, toast, milk, toast, yoghurt, orange juice, eggs, butter, chocolate bourbon biscuits, wine for Mummy, beer for Daddy.

Planning his next expedition.

Planning his next expedition.

As you can see, he is a boy whose favourite meal is breakfast and who remembers the important things in life, although can’t remember to shut the fridge door or that no-one really likes shouting, ever.

Writing and drawing are two very different things in Raffie’s, the former being a careful row of vertical lines or bunched up spidery squiggles on lined paper. The
latter appearing on a number of inappropriate surfaces around the house, not least the fridge door.

Raffie has had a tough week. He has been suffering with a perfect storm of ailments which has made him sick, grouchy and thoroughly miserable. But being helpful around the house is something which takes his mind off it. He likes to mop the kitchen floor with the hand towel, clean down the hearth with his wipes, help with the washing up by hurling items into the bowl, and pours flour on the floor so that he can sweep it back up with his toy broom and dustpan and brush.

Outside, he has been picking up individual leaf after leaf between his finger and thumb and escorting each one to the bin and back, along with any blades of grass he has taken issue with.

Off to the garden bin.

Off to the garden bin.

Another favourite is using an old sponge to clean the glass in the back doors with water from his sand and water table. I would say though his laundry skills are improving, now handing me laundry to hang up on the washing line rather than pulling it all off the clothes horse.

The end results are often far from perfect, but his enthusiasm and pleasure in helping is a joyful contrast to the crying and distressed toddler we have had to try and soothe day and night this week.

Raffie running with two of his favourite purchases.

Raffie running with two of his favourite purchases.

To me, shopping both a sour reminder of the cost of living and how I wish I bit the bullet and just did it online more. But to Raffie, carrying a basket or sitting in a trolley at the supermarket is often one of life’s great pleasures. And it’s comforting to know that as I struggle up and down the aisles with a pushchair while people tut at me, thanks to Raffie at least I’ll never come home without the wine. And for that, I am truly grateful.

A perfect end to a perfect shopping trip.

A perfect end to a perfect shopping trip.

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I find parenting a daily steep learning curve whether or not Raffie is yelling in the supermarket. Learner Mother’s blog is a slice of family life from sunny Cardiff and features lots of lovely photos too. You can find out more here http://learnermother.co.uk

Chapter 20-Toddler Acts of Kindness

On the whole, the lot of an egg is not a happy one. A short spell on the farm before being put on supermarket shelf, taken home and meeting an end which includes being boiled, scrambled, fried or poached.

But in the hands of Raffie, one very special egg has been given a new lease of life. Mr Egg has been out to the park, held aloft in his box while playing on the swing, and greeting the elements outside the saucepan. He now has facial features (thanks to Daddy and a Sharpie) and is quite happy sitting on the worktop, his grinning face now forever unable to be part of my lunch.

Mr Egg, safe in the knowledge he will never face the saucepan.

Mr Egg, safe in the knowledge he will never face the saucepan.

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It’s not always this way though. This week we have had more than our fair share of naughtiness, and try as I might to stay calm I will never appreciate having a raspberry blown in my face.

“Mr Tumble does it Mummy, Mr Tumble blows raspberries.” From the many thousands of times I have watched Mr Tumble I have a feeling this is the toddler equivalent excuse of the dog ate my homework. But he does have random moments of kindness, even with the dog (which hasn’t eaten his homework) next door.

For several years we have glared at each other through the fence before she is whisked away by our elderly neighbour. This normally gives the dog enough time to growl and bark for a good few minutes though, something which never fails to irk me but something that Raffie has apparently found one of her more charming qualities.

“I want to make give it some dog biscuits,” Raffie declared. “Can we make it a picpic? I would like to give it a picpic Mummy.” “Really Raffie? Really are you sure?” “O yes please Mummy.” “Oh, that’s nice poppet…”

And so with an over-indulgent heart I found myself trudging home with a selection of vile smelling dog treats and wondering how I’d arrange them on a paper plate. We delivered them with much excitement, and only a minimum amount of growling. I have also squirreled away some vile looking dog chews in case this generosity presents itself again.

Even I was included in this week’s generous gestures, being presented with a flower from the garden with only a small amount of persuasion and cajoling from Daddy.

Raffie bearing gifts.

Raffie bearing gifts.

I’m the first to appreciate that taking an egg, whether hard boiled or not, on the swings may be seen by some as weird. But I feel that if you can find a friend and share a small kindness, even with something which barks at you relentlessly through a chain link fence, perhaps it’s some kind of wonderful too.

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I was lucky enough to discover this lovely blog this week, and will be trying out some toddler craft ideas on rainy autumn days. you can read more here http://cupofteaandchat.blogspot.co.uk/