Sunday, 19 July 2015
Fail to prepare, prepare to........be covered in vomit.
You now live each day as it comes, dashing to the shops just minutes before they close to get an emergency packet of wipes because your little one has just done a poop so horrifically violent that it has shot up the back of their baby grow and is now in their hair. Or digging through the cess pit (formally known as your boot) at 6.30am in order to find a clean nappy.
As your children grow older, you get used to their day to day traits and have become quite skilled at keeping them clean enough to get by in polite circles. The over preparation (as you now see it) has now become a thing of the past, half because you feel that you no longer need to do it, and half because you simply no longer have the time. The only situations that seem to truly require over preparation, are holidays or weddings. But for those small trips to the super market or into town.... HA! You laugh in the face of danger. You know you will get to the shops and back in under an hour and will get by with 3 wipes and a semi clean Starbucks napkin. You know that car journey will take only 20 minutes and that there are supplies at your destination should you need them.
Then it happens, the little snot-bag you call your beloved decides to drop the mother load. No nappy without cast iron straps and webbing is going to hold in what they have decided to produce. Or it's worse than you could have predicted and you look to the back seat of your car to find that your little darling has not only covered them selves in vomit, but their sister and the lovely bouquet of flowers you were taking to their grandparent's house as a gift. "Sorry Nan, we were bringing you flowers and chocolates but all we now have for you is two very smelly children (one who is now wearing a bed sheet as a toga as it was all that we could find in the boot of our car) and a box of chocolates that must never EVER be opened".
When these moments happen and you ask yourself where did all the 'just in case' supplies go? Where is that bag full of spare clothing, the spare nappies, the baby wipes and all the other emergency items. You know the one you packed when you made that first terrifying journey out of the house with your newborn.
Then you kick yourself as you remember when you used all the 'just in case' supplies for the times you were too tired or lazy to get some more (cue slow patronising clap offered by passed self).
We have all been there, and those who are new to the game, you will be there too one day, stood at the side of a main road trying to decide what will soak up the most vomit - your brand new t shirt or that pillow case that has somehow managed to find it's way into your boot.
Never underestimate your child's ability to throw you into a complete flap. They let you believe that they have a manageable routine that leads you into a false sense of security. It's all a facade my friend, don't fall for it! Learn from our mistakes (today's mistakes in actual fact - as Dan and I sit here writing this, shell shocked in our pajamas after having scrubbed ourselves clean with more antibacterial soap than you can shake a stick at).
Pack an emergency bucket for the house AND the car, and once it is packed LEAVE IT! Treat it a bit like a first aid kit and replenish it when stocks are low. Going by our experience you will need:
Alcohol gel
A towel you don't mind binning after use and/or a roll of kitchen towel
Nappies (make sure you get the next size up!)
Wipes
Carrier bags
Rubber gloves (for the faint hearted)
Dust masks (this one seems OTT but you will still need to get home and so will be stuck in a small box that stinks of vomit and your little one probably won't want the windows open with the wind blowing in his or her face).
Child's size baggy t-shirts
Child's toothbrush and toothpaste (we find these really help our older one to feel a bit better).
Keep this in your car at all times and hopefully you won't ever have to go through what we went through today!
Danielle and Steve.
P.S
Sorry it has been a while, this whole parenting thing has sort of taken over a bit lately!
Wednesday, 27 May 2015
Baker Days FREE CAKE Competition
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Cake Delivery and Packaging
Monday, 25 May 2015
Well that's Father's day sorted!
Saturday, 16 May 2015
Wonderland – Connie’s first trip to the theatre!
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
An open letter to the man who told my crying toddler to shut the f*** up.
Dear Sir
In fact, let me direct this letter to all of the helpful passers by, who take it upon themselves to offer parenting advice and criticism as they pass my screaming toddler.
Let me start by saying, that as far as my memory can stretch, I cannot recall ever meeting or even hearing of an individual with a degree in parenting. So please, if you do happen to be this lucky baby and toddler expert, with a wealth of useful knowledge about my unique little girl, may I ask you to direct it at me and not my daughter as she may not take your constructive criticism very well. She can be a little sensitive you see.
May I also ask you to refrain from using expletives as you pass my crying child in the street. If seeing my child cry gives you reason to think that she is naughty or that my parenting skills are not up to scratch, then just think what other people might say when she randomly shouts the ‘F’ word at passers-by during our morning stroll. How will I explain to them that she picked up such a lovely word from such a knowledgeable baby and toddler expert? No one will believe me!
You see, in any normal situation if you were to swear at me or about me, I would have the self-confidence and energy to shake off your negativity and walk away with my head held high. However, when I am not feeling quite at my best (say when my child has been yelling relentlessly at the top of her lungs for 50 minutes after having screamed her way through most of the previous night) comments like yours add to a feeling of self-doubt and anxiety that I suspect most parents battle with every day.
I am sure that you can understand that even the most constructive criticism, when given during times of tantrum, can have rather a negative impact on the self esteem of a young Mother who is simply doing her best.
Though you may be silently or (in some wonderful cases) vocally doubting my mothering skills, let me reassure you that I am not neglecting my child by letting her cry. She isn’t hurt, ill, wet, tired or hungry. I haven’t beaten her or taken away her favourite toy. Believe it or not, she just feels like crying at the moment. As a baby and toddler expert, I am sure you are aware that sometimes babies actually do just cry for no reason and sometimes they can be rather loud.
Let me take this opportunity to apologise for the apparent feelings of pain and discontentment that my daughter’s cry has caused you. It can be loud, I know, but she hasn’t been here long, and just like anyone testing out a new toy, she is merely seeing just how loud and powerful her voice can be.
Believe it or not, I actually spent nine long months waiting to hear the tone of that beautiful cry. For a long time I could not imagine that the tiny bundle growing inside of me would have his or her own voice. So to me that little voice that is causing you so much anger is actually something that I am thankful every day to hear. On the days when the crying does get to me, and I’ll admit they do occur, surely it should be me that asks her politely to use her indoor voice? I am after all the poor sucker that forced her out of my downstairs. I think it is me who has earnt the right to dish out orders, and not you.
I know it can be loud and frustrating to listen to her cry, but please do not tell her to ‘shut the f*** up’. Like you she has the right to use her voice. I am just hoping that by the time she is your age, I will have taught her to use it in a kind and respectful tone, something that your mother clearly failed to do for you.
To the one kind and considerate gentlemen who simply smiled at my daughter and then and me before saying, ‘You’re doing a brilliant job Mummy – see your little girl loves to sing’. I thank you and wish that they were all like you. You are the one who boosts my confidence when I need it most. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
When you hear a baby crying in the street/super market/café please remember that the parent caring for that child is doing his or her best. Rather than giving a dirty look or passing comments under your breath (or even to that poor parent’s face) please stop and remember, you were a baby once. Smile at them and understand that they are doing the best that they can do.
If that doesn’t do it however, then remember this:
In 20 or so years, that child that you scorned so harshly may well end up looking after you as you live out your last days in a care home. You wouldn’t want karma to come round and bite you in the butt now would you? I’m sure that you would want to be treated with the respect that you should be showing them.
Danielle.