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Oh you will my dear!
Did you find yourself saying that or even thinking it while you were doing your best whale impression? I did.
I knew my life would change drastically but I didn’t think what made me ME would too.
Any OCD habits I had – gone! Liking my handbag neat and tidy – no more! Do not touch my phone – just have the bloody thing! Being super organised – I’ll do it later. I haven’t done something – don’t worry, no one’s dead! And guess what? The world is still turning!
When you become a parent you learn to pick your fights,
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don’t sweat the small stuff and basically chill out, man!
If it can be fixed, washed, put away or it’s not hurting anyone then so be it! There are only so many no’s or don’t do that you can tell one poor child!
I can’t stand Mum’s that wrap their kids in cotton wool and stick them out of harm’s way! Ergh!
Yes I am going to say it. It never hurt my Mum back in the day or even me for that matter. We ate mud, got left outside and probably licked the floor (OMG did she say LICK THE FLOOR?!) and survived! I am here now to tell the tale. I
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may be a bit special at times but let’s not sweat the small stuff, hey?
Let a child be a child for as long as possible. Let them get dirty, explore and as Jake is doing right now carry a beer bottle around full of pebbles! We are in the garden…I haven’t got pebbles in the house. I’m not that extreme…yet. But he is having the time of his life and I’m sitting right here. As parents we do a risk assessment everywhere we go and every minute of the day! I should have a yellow visor vest, hard hat and clip board! I would be manager within days as I
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can assess anything with just a mere glance.
And, yes I’m fully aware the bottle could smash but as we are on grass (and blah blah blah…) it most probably won’t and it didn’t.
Kids are tough cookies and a lot harder then we give them credit for. One typical “normal” day here at home Jake decided to pick a bee up from the carpet (there is a bees nest in the chimney – another story) and squeeze it, get stung and scream the house down then run into the kitchen grab the air freshener off the side and bite down. Yes, it’s one of them fancy
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press down gizmos and he filled his mouth up with fizzy Apple Blossom foam! The kid looked like he had some terrible disease from a distant shores. A swollen hand and foaming from the mouth! What did I do? Shit myself, of course!
I grabbed some water, kissed his hand, scooped his mouth out, kiss his head, forced water down him, laid him down, kiss him again and done the once over check.
He was fine. He got up and legged it to cause me more stress and a headache no doubt.
But guess what? I wouldn’t have it any other way! Jake has changed me in
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the best possible ways I couldn’t imagine would happen to me! He has moulded me into a better, stronger and braver person and shown me what unconditional love truly means. He is my world. Chaos and all!
Now, where did I put that flame thrower?
Till next time.
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Sophie Farrow - 19 Aug 15
Oh you will my dear!
Did you find yourself saying that or even thinking it while you were doing your best whale impression? I did.
I knew my life would change drastically but I didn’t think what made me ME would too.
Any OCD habits I had – gone! Liking my handbag neat and tidy – no more! Do not touch my phone – just have the bloody thing! Being super organised – I’ll do it later. I haven’t done something – don’t worry, no one’s dead! And guess what? The world is still turning!
When you become a parent you learn to pick your fights, don’t sweat the small stuff and basically chill out, man!
If it can be fixed, washed, put away or it’s not hurting anyone then so be it! There are only so many no’s or don’t do that you can tell one poor child!
I can’t stand Mum’s that wrap their kids in cotton wool and stick them out of harm’s way! Ergh!
Yes I am going to say it. It never hurt my Mum back in the day or even me for that matter. We ate mud, got left outside and probably licked the floor (OMG did she say LICK THE FLOOR?!) and survived! I am here now to tell the tale. I may be a bit special at times but let’s not sweat the small stuff, hey?
Let a child be a child for as long as possible. Let them get dirty, explore and as Jake is doing right now carry a beer bottle around full of pebbles! We are in the garden…I haven’t got pebbles in the house. I’m not that extreme…yet. But he is having the time of his life and I’m sitting right here. As parents we do a risk assessment everywhere we go and every minute of the day! I should have a yellow visor vest, hard hat and clip board! I would be manager within days as I can assess anything with just a mere glance.
And, yes I’m fully aware the bottle could smash but as we are on grass (and blah blah blah…) it most probably won’t and it didn’t.
Kids are tough cookies and a lot harder then we give them credit for. One typical “normal” day here at home Jake decided to pick a bee up from the carpet (there is a bees nest in the chimney – another story) and squeeze it, get stung and scream the house down then run into the kitchen grab the air freshener off the side and bite down. Yes, it’s one of them fancy press down gizmos and he filled his mouth up with fizzy Apple Blossom foam! The kid looked like he had some terrible disease from a distant shores. A swollen hand and foaming from the mouth! What did I do? Shit myself, of course!
I grabbed some water, kissed his hand, scooped his mouth out, kiss his head, forced water down him, laid him down, kiss him again and done the once over check.
He was fine. He got up and legged it to cause me more stress and a headache no doubt.
But guess what? I wouldn’t have it any other way! Jake has changed me in the best possible ways I couldn’t imagine would happen to me! He has moulded me into a better, stronger and braver person and shown me what unconditional love truly means. He is my world. Chaos and all!
Now, where did I put that flame thrower?
Till next time.
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I am Sophie, a Mummy to a non-sleeper but super cute little boy called Jake and I have just launched my 3rd blog called I'm a Mum...Now get me out of here! I used to write for many single websites including my own and now it is all a tad different with a man and baby in tow! I love Diarylea, a good cracker and a fucked up TV programme...I'm easily pleased!
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