Swing parks, shaving cream & social anxiety...

Well, it's been a busy couple of days. Between the other half injuring his ankle & feeling a bit rubbish myself, haven't really sat down to write to be honest.

Over the past few days, although it's been a bit hectic, we've had a pretty good time. For a start we had a playdate with a Mummy friend. Was refreshing actually sitting talking to someone over the age of 10 for any length of time but strange talking to someone I didn't have to tell off at any given point!! Started off a pretty dull day so was worried it was going to rain but by the time K got here, it had brightened up a bit. We decided to take the boys to the swing park, had a bit of a gab & the boys seemed to have fun. Although I must admit, there was a slight hiccup in the end after such a pleasant afternoon. W had developed a bit of an unhealthy obsession with K & decided that home time was the perfect time to start a lovely tantrum involving tears, 'you don't love mes' that horrid whingy voice all us Mums love & making me feel so guilty that I'm prepared to tattoo 'bad mummy' on my forehead. After some cajoling, the promise of another visit & a piggy back we finally got home in one piece.

After having some grown up time that afternoon it made me realise that my days are so child-focused that I have next to no adult interaction apart from via social networking. I don't know if that's healthy or if it's just one of those things that happen when you have these little monsters we call our children. Especially for those of us who don't feel as if we really 'fit in'? I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb when in social situations & especially when there are strangers involved. It's one personality trait I really despise about myself, the shyness, the anxiety, the inability to interact & have the confidence to approach other people. I hate that from an outsiders point of view that I probably come across as ignorant or unapproachable but I don't think it's exactly appropriate to wear a massive 'I HAVE ANXIETIES' sticker on my forehead. Standing like a spare prick at a wedding at nursery time probably looks a bit dodgy when everyone else seems to relaxed & socialising with one another. Not going to lie, I do get pretty jealous of other people who can just breeze into any situation & just slot right in & get into conversation etc. After speaking to my Mum later on that night, she made me realise that I spend so much time complaining & getting upset about my social anxieties but don't really push myself into doing something about them. And she has a point, because although I have attended CBT & started doing every day regular things without a thought anymore, I still haven't made that big push. So I solemnly swear, here today, with everyone watching, that I am going to take a step forwards. I don't know exactly what that step is yet but watch this space. M is booting her anxiety right up the arse once & for all. Just you wait & see!!

So the next day, pretty bored, having a Google for inspiration as to what to do, I stumbled across shaving foam painting from The Imagination Tree.

We already had some paints & paintbrushes in the house so it just cost us £1 for a tin of shaving foam & the kids were happy for aaaaages! We just started off by squirting the foam into paint pots & swirled in some paint with the handle of the brush. Bit messy because it's starts to foam up & overspill.

Both the boys had a great time with the foam paint. For O, he loved exploring it with his fingers as opposed to the brushes & seemed to really like the feeling of the foam between his fingers. W on the other hand, really liked being able to paint himself & all over the walls without making a mess & Mummy being a bit peeved. All in all, it was a roaring success & the two of them ended up in a right state & had loads of fun. And it only took about 30 secs to rinse off both children & the bath at the same time. Definite win!

So that brings us to today, a pretty boring day, spent mostly indoors. However we did have an indoor picnic which the kids seemed to find rather awesome. Most exciting part of the day was playing with Moondough in the bath & realising that the bath is now my favourite play area because we can make as much mess as possible & it only takes seconds to tidy up!! I don't know if it's genius or sure laziness...

- M

Dough, wraps & little white lies...

Well, first nursery run after the 3yr olds poorly spell last week. Ended up so early we went into the room too soon & got asked to leave & wait in the cloakroom. Oops.

The end product of our clay models from yesterday turned out pretty well. Everyone had fun & we were left with rather cool keepsakes to hold on to.

 W decided his smiley face was best black & yellow & has decided that although intended for Daddy, he's planning on taking it to nursery tomorrow to show his teacher. Be prepared for tears if the bloody thing breaks.

Check out the epic moustache on my rather fetching paperweight. Now *that* is a tash & a half.

Ellie decided to mix up her own colours as she preferred pastels & Charlie decided on bright & fabulous.

In all, it ended up a fail-win if there is such a thing. Yeah the clay models might not have ended up exactly what we had hoped for but we all worked together & the kids had a blast.



Between nursery run & painting, we had a borderline nervous breakdown in the middle. I bought a wrap after selling my Close Parent carrier (Ollie was getting too big for the stretch) & decided that I was going to brave a back carry up to the nursery to pick up Wilbur. Not a good idea to decide on such a thing 20 minutes before due to pick said child up. After faffing around, finally getting him on my back & done up properly, pleased as punch that we were ready to go... the damn tails weren't long enough to tie. Sweating & out of puff, on the verge of a full toddler-style tantrum, it was time to admit defeat & put him in the pushchair. In the midst of all this, I neglected to keep an eye on the clock, ending in a power walk, partway uphill in rather blustery winds with the rain threatening just around the corner. Not a good look turning up at nursery looking like you have a birds nest on your head, sweat pouring down my face, breathing like I've just ran a marathon. Attractive.

Moral of that story, practise wrapping more thoroughly before acting like a smart ass & thinking you're 'the shit' when really you're just shit >_< (YouTube videos on different carries are definitely the way to go & make sure the carry you're doing is compatible with the length of wrap you're using!)

Then, whilst making dinner for the kids, I notice the baby is behind me & is way too quiet. Now I don't know if any of you have had any experience with Moon Sand or Moon Dough but it's an acquired taste. You either love it or you hate it. Well, up until tonight, I damn well hated the stuff. It's messy & a total pain in the arse. To the point where we stashed it beside the fridge out of sight of the children until the end of time. BUT since the youngest has eyes like a hawk & Inspector Gadget-esque extendable arms, he espied it while my back was turned. Turning slowly, unsure as to whether I really want to see what's going on behind me, I found this:



Now, my first reaction in my head was 'F************K', my second was to usher him into the living room & hoover/sweep the lot up. But I thought to myself, what the hell are you doing? It's not doing any harm, it's a bit of mess that can be cleaned up, stop being such a miserable cow & join in.

So it turns out that Moon Dough is actually kinda awesome. We were able to mould it into balls that were super hard & we could throw off the walls etc but crumbled into nice fluffy dough with agile little fingers pressing their way inside. Also, with such a young child, it's pretty hard to keep doughs etc of different colours separate so it all inevitably ended up smooshed together. But instead of going mucky brown like Playdoh, because it's a grainy, sandy texture, it all swirled together & made a rather awesome multicoloured swirly material. Ultimately, after dismissing it so suddenly at Christmas 2012, I can now admit that actually, it's pretty awesome. He ended up occupied, the two of us playing together for a whole half hour on the one activity. A record for the most easily distracted child who has ever walked the earth. For any parents contemplating purchasing it, I totally get your hesitation but if you don't mind clearing up a bit of mess, go for it. Was easily scooped up, put away & swept up any straggly bits laying around.

On the whole, a relatively quiet day from what I'm used to so a welcome moment of tranquillity in what's typically madness & mayhem.

- M

PS Amusing moment of the day would have to be lying to the eldest about his baby brother peeing on his bed so he wouldn't throw a wobbly at bedtime. I'm going to hell. For the record, I didn't make him sleep in it & wasn't a total lie, I just said the bed was wet because Ollie sat on it once we came out the bath. He's currently curled up in the other bed blissfully unaware of the atrocity that his poor matress experienced, but I feel rather guilty for my little white lie. All to save myself having to get the baby back to sleep incase his brother's potential drama king reaction woke him up *hangs head in shame*

Modelling clay fail & pointless tantrums on a lovely spring afternoon...

Woke up this morning after my epiphany yesterday about getting out more & it was raining. Fantastic... 

Kids were pretty disappointed that the afternoon at the swing park was cancelled but we decided to do some crafts. We settled, after a tough debate, on modelling. So I hunted online looking for recipes for home-made modelling clay. There were so many recipes with so many different ingredients so I gave up & made it up as I went along, a bit of this & a bit of that. So I mucked around a bit until I got the perfect texture as follows:

1 cup of boiling water + 1 cup of salt + 1 1/3 cup of flour

Kneaded it for about 5 minutes until it all gathered up into a dough. Not too dry, not too sticky. Perfect. It moulded really well, held together & didn't get all over the place while we were using it. 

So divided it amongst four of us & had to decide what each of us were going to make. My plan was for a heart shaped paperweight (with a rather fabulous moustache my darling son helped me make), the 10yr olds plan was for a wee heart shaped figurine type thing, 8yr old had people & animal figures in mind (namely a man with a hat, a goat & a chicken) & the 3yr old wanted a smile for his Daddy. Please excuse our makeshift mess mats, really must invest in some instead of looking like tramps on crafty days...

Unfortunately, after baking in the oven (140C for about an hour/hour & a half), it appears our clay models have risen. We used plain flour so I assumed this wouldn't happen. Cue a rather unhappy 10yr old girl on the brink of tears. We chopped the bottom of the base slightly to even it out but unfortunately it's a bit sticky in the middle so here's hoping that overnight it'll harden. So if anyone decides to use the recipe I used, don't. I'm clearly shit at making up my own crafting products so do yourself a favour & find a recipe from someone who actually has a clue as to what they're on about.

Onwards & upwards though as tomorrow it'll be time to paint them (& we all know how awesome it is clearing up after 4 kids painting, particularly when one of said children is a young toddler!!) & hope that the bottom of my darling sister's creation has dried or else it'll be WW3 tomorrow morning. Will update if she hasn't torn the house down around us!!

On the whole, it was a relatively peaceful day. Well, apart from a massive hormonal pre-teen tantrum over what I'm still not entirely sure. Apparently I was wrong about something & I appear to be the worst sister in the world worthy of some seriously bad-ass insults. Classics such as "Well you're a total liar then because it was clearly not like 10 minutes ago" (Fair enough about half an hour then) "Oh well it's like another 20 minutes, how stupid are you?" & (after being told that she was in the wrong for what she did) "Well you're just ugly." *minds blown*. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Just sayin'! Another day, another drama. Lemme tell you, if that's what a pre-teen girl is like, I'm glad I have boys! 

- M 

Oh & I must share a funny story before I go. Boys both fell asleep in our bed (we part-time cosleep with the youngest) as 3yr old wanted a cuddle as I was nursing the baby to sleep & conked out. Decided I would move the 3yr old later on once I was heading up to bed after doing the shop (online of course, I'm not THAT negligent) & left them sleeping on opposite sides of the bed.

About half an hour later, there's sobbing & hollering from the baby. I run upstairs, exasperated by the interruption from the intensely pleasurable meal planning, to find the 3yr old sound asleep with the baby half asleep attempting to latch on to his brother's nose & becoming pretty pissed off that it wasn't quite what he was looking for. Brilliant.