Look Who’s Walking

We reached another milestone last Thursday; Frankie is now six months old. It’s shocking how fast time passes us by, it feels like only yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital. He’s thriving, he’s on solids almost two-months, gumming on finger food and sitting up unaided. In the past week he has dropped three of his seven bottles and (I’m going to whisper this just in case he hears me) he is sleeping through the night, HALLELUJAH!!

His uncle got him a walker and he loves it. It’s not even here a week and he gets so excited when he sees it coming out, kicking, cooing and grinning from ear to ear. He loves the freedom of propelling across the room. If he’s in bad form it’s almost like a soother for his feet too, once he’s in the walker he glides up and down the room exploring his future targets.

I’m fully aware crawling is essential for both physical and mental development but Frankie hates being on his belly, I refuse to force tummy time on him, he will crawl when he is good and ready. He likes to be sitting up, in his swing; he likes to see what’s going on and what everybody is doing around him.

I get why some people are against walkers, parents reaction time is hindered as babies are moving faster, reaching higher and some say development is delayed. It’s common knowledge if you leave a child unattended, accidents will happen and I would never leave him in the walker for more than twenty minutes a time. Some might say it’s lazy parenting too but I would rather have him working on his leg muscles, building up strength than have a puddle of tears to mop up after he continuously planks the floor.

Alternative Wear For A Discerning Baby | A Baby Dapper Review

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Baby Dapper apparel are unique costumes, alternative wear or fanciful everyday wear for babies with a large range of onesies, t-shirts, and bibs at a very reasonable price, ranging between €6-€25. All Baby Dapper attire is 100% cotton and machine washable. It is recommended you do not tumble dry and lay flat to dry. They take custom requests, whether it be a few alterations to an existing design or something extra special altogether.

BABY DAPPER ONESIE

The onesies arrived in tidy little boxes complete with a couple of bibs. Although I’m not personally a huge fan of bandana bibs (edited: how that has changed lol) you cannot deny the fact that they are as cute as hell.

I’ll start off with this onesie as it was my favourite. The package arrived a week prior to Frankie’s Christening, it was the perfect little outfit to change him into after the ceremony, it kept him all comfy and looking trim throughout the long day. It has definitely been his most worn onesie to date, I love it!

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This neat little onesie is by far the cutest, the colours were great with Frankie’s sallow skin tone and for some strange reason, he was always in great humour wearing this one.

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Frankie has been wearing at least one onesie a day for the past two months. I half expected the vinyl to crack yet it hasn’t even faded and is still in pristine condition. On average, a onesie is €15 at Baby Dapper but for the outstanding quality and durability, it’s worth every penny. All onesies were, true to size and the feet fit perfect. I feel like I’m gloating here but I’ve yet to come across clothing with such unique and fun detail including the quality of material these onesies have, they are extremely hard wearing considering a number of cycles they have been on. You will be guaranteed to see Frankie in some more of their clobber as I’m now a huge fan.

Check out Baby Dapper for more information.

These products were sent to us in return for an honest review.

The iPad is on the Naughty Step

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Kayla has been playing with my phone since she was about one, swiping through photos, taking selfies and now at four she can navigate through passwords, buys apps and understands the purpose of the internet.

Kayla could spend hours, and I mean hours on end playing dress the fairy, feed the doggie and doing some Barbie’s make-up. She become totally unresponsive when on the iPad, she gets sucked in and loses control of the real world.

Children develop and learn through social interaction. Whilst playing with touch screen devices, PlayStations and the likes young children are struggling to learn basic motor skills. Electronic play is hurting kid’s brain development and stunting their social skills. A friend recently told me she heard a child had to be re-educated on how to hold a pencil as he had weak hand muscles due to overexposure to an iPad. Imagine a junior infant been taught to hold a pencil again so he could write his abc’s, it’s crazy.

I found Kayla on YouTube last week, not in her account with videos I think is suitable for her to watch. She was on the iPad without my permission, flicking through recommended clips that I did not think were appropriate for her age. Not only did she spend four-minutes on the naughty step, but I banned the iPad for a week, myself included. I made the iPad available to her, leaving it lying around the house, I left the internet on and it took me long enough to realise the house was very quiet.

Kayla became ratty and irritable as she suffered withdrawals from the iPad. It’s not the first time either, so now I have now limited her usage. I’m trying to show by example, I’m constantly on my phone. She doesn’t understand why it’s okay for me, but not for her. So I’m limited access by switching off the internet and not leaving devices at arm’s reach. I’m going to started making her earn time with the iPad too. I introduced more educational games and story apps. Playtime can be more productive and I have now specified what apps she can use.

It’s so different for our generation of children, Wi-Fi is available almost everywhere, the modern day playground is almost virtual. Social media is crucial to our generation of children but it’s our job as parents to make sure that technology is being used wisely. Digital technology can be an excellent educational tool if used appropriately. We don’t need to deprive them of technological intelligence but I refuse to allow screen based technology erode her little brain.

So There Goes Student Of The Month

It’s week four in big school and Kayla has settled considerably well, or so I thought. Today while collecting Kayla, the teacher called me aside and asked for a ‘chat’. Like that I was sent to the bold corner, standing aside while all the other mummies and daddies collected their children.

Obviously thinking is everything okay? Did she fall? Was she upset today for some reason? Now as the next class of twenty something children get called name by name, the teacher approaches me ‘we had an incident today, didn’t we Kayla’. Teacher then proceeds to tell me my ‘little angel’ had hit not one but two other children in her class today.

So my darling as if butter wouldn’t melt daughter was a bully today. As someone who was bullied for years through small and secondary school, one thing I cannot stand is a bully. Teacher witnessed Kayla hit another pupil, unprovoked. I’m very disappointed and shocked to say the least.

Her school have a very strict anti-bullying policy; it was something I read through with a fine tooth comb. The schools I attended had awful approaches to bullies, almost leaving me more vulnerable for speaking up through my childhood. I’m happy it was dealt with abruptly, it proves bullying is totally unacceptable within her school. Fortunately for her she will get away with it this time, as both incidents happened in the one day, next time there will be consequences.

Maybe she was a little frustrated, maybe the other kid done something when the teacher wasn’t watching, we will never know. Anyways she has only got her iPad back after watching videos on YouTube without my permission, looks like it’s going to be gathering lots of dust again. She seems very embarrassed with her behaviour and genuinely sorry, only time will tell, so hopefully there will be no more incidents like this in the future.

                                                                          

Kayla's Frozen Themed Pamper Party – Review

My friend Jayne a qualified Montessori teacher of seven years and nail technician of four, recently set up her own business combining both her passions by creating kids party entertainment, Pinkys Princess Pamper Parties. I was so exciting when she contacted me asking to review a party for her.

So on the morning the excitement and anticipation as Kayla’s friends arrived on the morning of the party was bliss. I think I was more excited than the girls as they didn’t know Disney Frozen’s Elsa was making a special appearance.

Jayne arrived giving the girls a quick description of what would be happening and gave the girls some fairy dust (we are still eating glitter) and got them to make a big wish, all of a sudden Elsa appeared in our playroom.  It was magical; the girls didn’t know what to do. I half expected them to rugby tackle her but they were pretty stunned that their favourite Disney Princess had appeared all the way from Arendelle. They were amazed, their faces were priceless. They quickly got over the disbelief and started launching questions to Elsa. Kayla pulled apart her room to find everything and anything Frozen related to show off to Queen Elsa.

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Some of the question they asked where hilarious. The poor Snow Queen was interrogated by the four and five year olds, it was quite amusing to watch. The party continued with songs, stories and photos until the girls were ready to be pampered.

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The girls received the cutest little mini manicure fit for a princess and nail polish of their choice. The girls also got some glitter tattoos and got to experiment on each other too. While the girls were having their manicures Elsa was in the background curling their hairs and adding some sparkle with glitter hairspray.

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Once all the pampering was over they had a picnic of cupcakes and sparkling fruit juice in pink champagne flutes. It was picture perfect, they really enjoyed it. Then Elsa surprised me and the little ladies with bags that contained all the pieces to make their own edible Olaf with marshmallows and chocolate chips. Unfortunately some of the girls ate Olaf before he was complete.

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They continued to sing songs, tell stories and pose for pictures with the Snow Queen. The girls really loved their nails, tattoo’s and curls but Elsa made the party. Emma the girl who played Elsa is an actress in real life having performed in both theatre and appearing in short films. Jayne was fantastic with the girls, she knew exactly what the say and had the girls entertained at all times.

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Overall the girls had a fantastic enchanted day. It was a fairytale dream for the girls to meet, party and be pampered with Elsa. They were spoilt, pampered and all pinked out. Kayla is boasting daily that Elsa ‘magiced’ her way to our house and is now saving her pennies to go meet her again in Disneyland.

If you are interested in hosting a Pinkys Princess Pamper Parties here is the price-list.

PRICELIST
Pamper Party €10 per child (minimum five children)
Chocolate fountain with mallows and strawberries €25
Games with prizes to suit age group and child’s interests/hobbies etc. €30
Party bags €25
Appearance from Elsa €40

Pamper parties are only available Sat-Sun so book early to avoid disappointment.

If you would like to contact Jayne to book or enquire about Pinkys Princess Pamper Parties you can do so through her Facebook page.

**This party was given to us for reviewing purposes. In no way will that effect my honest opinion about the day**

Tummy Time of Torture

Frankie spent his first two weeks on his tummy flaked across my chest like most babies, during that precious bonding time. Over the next few weeks as he became more alert he decided he didn’t want to be face down in my abdomen, so then tummy time became no more.

At my last Public Health Nurse appointment, the nurse pointed out the obvious that Frankie was getting a flat head. She nagged for at least ten-minutes about how important tummy time was; motor skills this, muscles development that. Let’s just face facts, he HATES it.

Now as a result of despising tummy time he has yet to roll over from his front to back whilst on a flat surface, he is six months next week. He will sit up on his elbows for all of two minutes then he proceeds to plank the floor, kicking and screaming.

I’ve tried it all, couple minutes here, couple there and couple feckin’ everywhere. I make a shrine for my little babóg, surrounded by colourful toys. I’ve got on all fours, flopped about like a fish singing twinkle-twinkle many a times. One day he even grunted at me, pretty sure he clenched his fist in a temper too. How dare I put him on his tummy?

We have tried this…

Tummy Time

and this…

Tummy Time

and this…

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So I get how tummy time is an important aspect of the larger concept of free floor time BUT every year with every new baby there is a new technique to raise your baby. Personally I think tummy time in just a new-fangled idea to make up for the fact that babies spend way to much of their days on their back. Tummy time wasn’t a major concern four-years-ago. Kayla NEVER had tummy time, ever, she’s fine, and her motor skill and muscles developed just like any other kid.

Today I have decided to stop forcing tummy time on my little man, he doesn’t like, and I don’t even know why I tried for so long. Frankie is sitting up aided by a couple of pillows, he is able to support his own feet and loves bouncing around in his swing. His motor skills are developing just perfect too. He can pick up and grab any object in his path and manoeuvre it into his dribbly mouth. He can even hold his own bottle; bet you my PHN’s baby can’t do that. And we are signing, which is great for motor skills and muscle development, not that he has returned a sign yet but he recognizes them and he will sign over the next couple of months.

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Tales of a Tired Mom

After many challenges, questions and occasional tantrums with the small, bedtime can be quiet frustrating in my household. Last week it was an utter success but unfortunately it was replaced by a week-long of sleepless nights from sundown to sunrise with thanks to my two nocturnal children.

I woke up one of the mornings to find Frankie naked from the waist down and Kayla in his cot changing his bum. With the happiest grin, thinking she was the cleverest, smartest, greatest kid in the world, I refrained from screaming, I got up went the toilet counted to ten returned and took over what she had started. Not a wipe left in the 60 pack and they are all face down in his sheets. Lovely, thanks Kayla you’re the best (sic). The two of them smiling and cooing, whilst I looked on as if I had escaped from an asylum after another sleepless night.

Last week I considered giving them up for adoption. They spent four of seven nights acting the complete bollox, here is a recorded timeline of one those nights…

7.45 Story time with the four-year-old.

8.05 She goes straight asleep, success!

8.15 Feed baby his last bottle.

8.30 Babies bedtime.

8.37 Baby cries, race up the stairs to put soother in mouth.

8.39 Breathless, sits on stairs for a few minutes.

8.42 Boils kettle, makes coffee.

8.50 Baby cries.

8.51 Trying to avoid eye contact with smiling baby.

8.52 Tuck in, soother, kiss goodnight.

9.01 Baby falls asleep.

9.03 Clicks kettle, mammy time.

10.30 Bedtime; creeps back into room, don’t breathe, get into bed.

10.41 Baby wakes up for soother.

10.50 Baby coughs.

23.04 Baby falls asleep and snores heavily; surprised neighbours cannot hear.

23.10-23.20 I fall asleep.

00.07 Four year old wakes up – to warm.

00.13 Now she’s too cold.

00.14-00.20 She falls asleep.

01.36 Baby wakes up – doesn’t know what he wants.

01.45 Falls asleep *snores (pokes baby to try stop snoring).

02.30 Baby wakes; I let baby cry it out.

02.50 I give in, bottle time.

03.56 Loud bang followed by four-year-old calling for mammy.

03.57 Tucks her in, rubs back (she fell out of bed HAHA), kisses goodnight.

03.59 She now needs to go the toilet (WTF, considers telling her she has a mattress protector).

04.00 Carries child to toilet, wipes bum, washes hands, tuck’s in.

04.06 Find four-year-old creepily loitering around bedroom door.

04.07 I allow her to co-sleep.

04.10 Baby wakes up.

04.15-04.25 Everyone asleep and snoring.

06.05 Beep Beep… BEEP, stupid van reverses up the road (I consider throwing rocks from the window).

06.40 Neighbour slams door leaving for work (considers throwing rocks again).

06.41 Everyone’s awake.

07.00 Daydreams about adoption, running away and working nights.

I’ve yet to meet a mom who hasn’t had their fair share of sleepless nights. I choose to be a mom; I choose to have two children, i do love them, it comes without saying. My god its hard work, if you’re not wiping butts, wiping up sick you’re nursing a boo-boo. So dear friends and family STOP judging me on my high level of caffeine intake, telling me I look tired, and do not judge my appearance. I am tired!!

First Day of Big School

You would think after co-writing a blog on preparing your child for big school, I’d have bells on a week in advance. No, I found myself panicking at 9pm the eve of her first day with a permanent marker scribbling her name on ever stitch of school clothing. Kayla awoke the next day questioning who had been doodling on her uniform, then proceeded to protest her hatred for it. She detested the colour, the skirt was to short (I’ll remind her of that one in a few years) and the tie, she despised the tie. Unfortunately for her she had to wear it.

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After about what felt like an hour helping her get dressed she lost a bloody butterfly charm off one of her shoes; FML. I now spent the next half hour searching the whole house for this stupid butterfly, damn you Dunnes Stores!! Eventually I found it, but this was no good, she want it fixed five minutes ago. I somehow calmly reassured her, nobody would notice, nana’s magic kit would sew it back on that evening, she soon overcame her fear of a fashion fail on the first day. It is day five and we are still waiting on nana and her magic kit.

Her daddy and his family came over for some photos. Poor Frankie was dumped with the neighbour; after all it was her big day. We both walked her to school. It was a picturesque moment; she skipped holding both mammy’s and daddy’s hand. It actually brought a tear to my eye. Two years ago we couldn’t bear to be in the same room. Both putting aside our difference for our little princess, she smiled, giggled and I enjoyed every moment of it. Then she realized she was walking for longer than three minutes. She had now endured the longest walk of her life.

Kayla is loud, very loud. She really likes the sound of her own voice. The fear of the unknown shut her up for just a tiny second as she sat down in her classroom. Teacher had announced it was time for parents to leave, my throat dried, the horrible lump appeared, trying to hold back the tears as she waved, then completely ignored us as she concentrated so hard a putting her build-a-blocks together. I did however notice that the blinds were shut, a pointless manoeuvre I had planned, to peak through to see if she was settling ok; again, not taking any of my own advice. I did cry, for just a minute. I soon realized how peaceful it was at home, an hour in school was just not long enough. It was bliss. 

Upon collection she declared that she wouldn’t be going back to school the next day and would be found watching movies, in her pajamas and eat ice-cream all day. Somewhat of a routine we had encountered through the summer. 

I spent the hour on her first day wondering if she missed me, if she needed help, if she needed a hug. Reality is my baby isn’t a baby anymore; my independent, energetic, beautiful little girl is growing up.