don't tell daddy

I had a moment driving Miss T home the other day from her Yaya’s. I realised that I was being a little bit of  a hypocrite and quite a cheeky Mumma. I was feeding my almost 1.5 year old an M&M at almost each traffic light just to keep her quiet. (yep you read that right!) Great strategy Mumma! At the time I felt quite guilty but this morning I am finding it quite funny. The poor hubby would have been scolded for this type of behaviour and in fact was somewhat recently…I hopped out of bed. The two of them were so peaceful on the couch watching basketball. Miss T was so content and quietly nibbling on something.

'what is she eating for breakfast?'

‘she wanted tiny teddies!’ 

‘so you gave her tiny teddies. Seriously!’

So how did we get to this moment of serious misjudgement by me...

1. I was tired after working

2. The little monkey wouldn’t stop crying hysterically

3. I was trying to sneak the odd M&M into my own mouth without her seeing

4.  She saw and she put out her sweet little hand and said ‘me’

I thought oh why not. Who will see. And one became two and two became three and so on... And why am I telling you this, I guess to clear my conscious and to proclaim I can do better! Don't get me wrong we give Miss T the odd treat but I am just thinking that perhaps a bartering system of chocolate for quiet isn't such a great idea. I am not naive enough to think there won't be more of these moments and I no doubt will use the old ' don't tell daddy' often over the next oh 20 years but I am hoping they will be few and far between.

Once my own dad told me ‘parents aren’t perfect, we all make mistakes and we are only learning' and right now this little pearl of wisdom is ringing true. Sorry no more M&M’S for you Miss T.


Miss T loving her 'Gumnut' freckle on a saturday morning at the markets.
A treat daddy knew about...

Photo's courtesy of Miss T's gorgeous godmother Aunty La

 

party in my tummy

We are whole heartily embracing what can only be called Miss T’s new obsession…the IPAD and more specifically the teletubbies (that smiling sun baby is genius) and Yo Gabba Gabba…I officially don’t care that we may have a fight on our hands when she is 5, 10 or 15 and won’t put the damn thing down but until then the IPAD is creating a happy bubba and therefore a happy mumma…happy daddy and happy Popo.

The wonders of technology are allowing a much more peaceful breakfast time and the occasional successful coffee in public. She loves watching her smiling sun baby while munching on toast and on two occasions so far we have actually sat for a coffee for over 20 minutes…unheard of for the last well, 16 months of our lives…Yes we sip our coffee to ‘there’s a party in my tummy, a party in my tummy, a party in my tummy'... or to the catch phrase ‘babies are awesome!’ from one of her favourite episodes, but hey you can’t have everything.

 

 

I am quietly hoping I am not the only one though and I look forward to hearing of your 'guilty pleasure'?

big girl? baby girl?

Ok we are back. I guess we have been busy. Me growing another little bubba human being and Miss T perfecting a fair few new skills

1. how to throw a good old tantrum (if this isn't the terrible 2's I am terrified!)
2. how to quack like a duck, bark like a dog (or Popo in our case) and roar like a lion
3. how to feed herself with a spoon (she has become quite the pro and really delights in this new skill)
4. An almost mature understanding of item in the house and who they belongs to…mum’s bag, dad’s hat, popo’s ball…she says and delivers...this seriously blows my mind.
5. And probably the most endearing of her new achievements…an absolute gusto ritual of saying goodbye or goodnight to Apollo. This involves a repetitive ‘night night Popo or bye Popo” followed by a massive cuddle and kiss on the lips. We do not leave the house or head to bed until this is completed.

Yes Miss T is growing up before our very eyes and most days we see this big girl who is well on her way to becoming a big sister in November.

But not on Tuesday. Instead I saw a baby girl, my precious baby girl terrified by a 4 year old Iron Man at the park. The playground was full of other little kiddies having a great time and Miss T seemed to be the only one impacted by a little boy dressed in costume from head to toe. I watched her spot him and observe him from a distance with serious concern before bursting into tears and running for comfort. And with me she sat until Iron Man headed home. I felt such compassion for her little mind that was trying to understand why he looked so different and so scary but I won’t lie, I quietly enjoyed the long cuddles and company I received at a pace so foreign in the busy world that is Miss T.

Keeping a close eye on Iron Man

Not convinced about this guy