Dinnertime with preschoolers

Son is usually amazing at eating everything, though sometimes minus the carbs. Or at least trying everything. Daughter can usually be guaranteed to eat a plate of carbs.

Dinner was this. Four year old is ill so ate two spoons of yoghurt and a slice of banana. Daughter had a major screaming fit because she found a mm size bit of tomato sauce on her plain pasta. She ate two pieces of plain pasta before throwing the rest on the floor along with her cutlery.

There is a lot of dinner left. It was a deeply unsatisfying dinner experience. 😂

Hurrah for Gin dinnertime article

The value of friendship

Other than being a shouty mama at teatime (due to girlie wanting to eat rice in downward dog position on the table and boy very upset and angry at any fish fingers that had broken through being held in his overtired clumsy lovely little hands), I've been pretty calm and peaceful for most of the day. Even managed most of my chores and a cycle ride there and back for nursery run. And kids were asleep by 6.15 and 6.20. I've been far from perfect, but I've done well. Got no-one to appraise me here for this unpaid job with no manager, so I'm appraising myself. Good job well done, mama-me! 😂😂 And thank goodness for tea and chauffeur friends.

Bird obsession day

Son in car today: how do birds fly? How do you eat a whole bird? How do their faces stay alive? How do they eat? How do they breathe? How do they pick things up? Some wierd bird obsession today.

It's all lies!

Just watched daughter throw my phone on the floor.
Me: did you just throw my phone on the floor?
Daughter: no.
Me: yes you did, that's such a porkie pie!
Daughter: [giggles with big grin on her face]

😂

Role playing

Son's voice from toilet: daddy!
Me: it's mama.
Son: pretend you're daddy!
Me: ok. (Deep voice) Do you need help?
Son: no! You say "cool your jets!" because you're busy.
Me: ok, cool your jets! And wash your hands.
Son: no! You have to force me to wash my hands, because otherwise I won't!
😂

Preschooler time measurement

Son: are we nearly there?
Me: 36 minutes.
[Four minutes later]
Son: are we nearly there?
Me: 32 minutes.
Son: that's longer than *muffled word*
Me: no, it was 36 before - that's four minutes shorter.
Son: oh mama, I didn't say longer than before, I said that's longer than a Porsche.
Me: oh...yes...yes it is...

'God', as viewed by a preschooler

Son: god lives underground.
Me: under the pavement?
Son: yes.
Me: who is god?
Son: his job is to stop people stepping on the cracks and lines.

Keep looking up

We always look up, even if it means we end up standing in poop. To see the moon, the stars, the changing colours of leaves, the sunshine, the shifting shapes of clouds, the bright blue autumnal sky, faces of people watching from afar, catch an eye, smile and wave, make a connection, see the beautiful shapes of roofs, see the birds. We always look up.

Preschoolers are literal beings

The boy asked me where the Lego lighthouse we made was. "God knows," I replied. He stood on the windowsill yelling out the small window for God for about two minutes before I persuaded him down, explaining that I meant I didn't know. 😂

Migraines

Migraine pre kids: lie in dark room until I feel better.

Migraine with preschoolers: lie on sofa with TV and tablet blaring, bright lights, a fake moustache, breastfeeding littlest who is trying to poke my eyes open, with constant "play with me!" requests from eldest...while panicking mildly about how to drive or cycle to nursery.

Thank goodness for a good nursery mummy friend who collected my son, so I didn't have to drive or cycle to nursery with my little ones this morning. There are angels all around.