I thought it was about time for a little Cleo update.
She is just so damn cute and lovely at the moment! She is certainly a talker, and quite often a little singer as well. She can sing the whole song of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and get some of the words in the right places as well as some of the right sounds in other places.
She has just this week started putting two words together, such as ‘Mummy, up!’
She has started spotted herself in mirrors like in the bedroom, or in the car and pointing at herself saying ‘Cleo there!’
She is always in a good mood, always smiling and very loving. Her ‘duddles’ are the best in the world, as she pulls you in tight, snuggles her face in, and with a spare hand she strokes your face or your hair. I could duddle her for ages.
We tried to get her to pronounce it ‘cuddle’ and ever since then, when playing she will start randomly saying to herself…’c,c,c,c,c….duddle!’ I want her to say duddle forever.
She likes cleaning her own teeth, and will sometimes let me finish them off.
She tells me when she has done a poo, and is also becoming aware of when she is doing a wee wee. Potty training should be easy with this one.
She and Charlie have a very special bond. He adores her and she adores him.
She has developed an awesome laugh. It is deep, and throaty and sounds almost devious. She makes us all fall apart laughing when she gets the giggles. I am currently listing to her having a bath upstairs and she is cackling away. People always comment on my raucous laughter. I suspect she inherited it from me.
She is a very good girl at sleeping, and 80% of the time will sleep though without disturbing me. She alternates between a cot in our room and a cot in the siblings room. As soon as we move, she will have her own bedroom and I suspect she will enjoy having her own space to fall asleep in.
She still has milk in the evenings and in the mornings.
She has become a little more attached to her dummy recently (she can say dummy perfectly) and she needs it to fall asleep when laying in her cot.
Charlie boy is 6! We didn’t have a party for him this year, instead asking him what outing he would like to do. He chose a day on the Norfolk Broads, and we invited my Mum and Dad to come along as well.
We hired a nice boat with a toilet, a sink and a fridge as well as a good sized covered area and cabin and hired it for 8 hours.
The weather was very lovely, and we were very lucky as we have had minging weather recently!!!
He had his cake and opened some presents on board as well which was novel!
My Mum made him a super hero cape. He is very into super heroes at the moment despite refusing to actually watch any. He likes the comics, the toys and the posters etc… as well as acting it out with his friends, but the cartoons and the films scare him. He is still a very sensitive little thing.
Long term readers may remember I was very upset at his birthday last year as his sheer lack of joy in the proceedings, and his lack of being grateful for his gifts. This year was very very different. He was pure joy all day. He loved his presents, and was polite and thankful for everything we did for him. I am very proud of the progress he has made in a year. The changes we made to our parenting have definitely helped.
Still can’t quite believe I am mother to a 6 year old.
I sobbed that he wasn’t my baby any more. He assured me he still was, and always will be❤
Confidence in a child is mostly a good thing.
But today, Rosa scared the living shit out of me.
My friend and her neighbour are feuding and involving police etc..
The neighbour who isn’t my friend has been reporting my friend to the RSPCA daily for leaving her chickens whilst she is on holiday. They are in a large enclosed coop with lots of food and water.
But anyway as the RSPCA are calling on her house daily and leaving notices stuck to her door, she got her Mum to mail me a key and asked me to go and check on them.
So today I went in, unlocked her front door, went through her back door and into her garden. Opened the coop and removed the eggs and checked they were all ok.
Then I couldn’t get the coop closed again and spent like 15 minutes trying to close it.
When I finished I called Rosa to come out from wherever she was and there was no answer. I frantically searched the garden and house and she was no where.
I went out onto the street and accosted a man who was pulling onto his drive and said in a blind panic ‘help me!’
It occurred to me she may have decided to go home to our house, so went to get the key to lock up Emma’s house, but the key was gone.
I realised at this point, she had taken the key, thinking it was our house key and had gone home. I left kind neighbour at the front door to guard from burglers and also to look out for her possibly returning and I ran the two streets (and 2 roads!) home to find her in our garden.
I was beyond livid! I ran back to Emma’s house to relieve the kind man and lock up her house and returned to ours to try and instil in Rosa just how bad what she had done was. She didn’t seem to get why I was so upset. She is so headstrong and confident it’s unbelievable!
We had a lovely weekend with my Mum last week. Charlie misses seeing my Mum as much as he used to before he started school. We went to a historic Anglo Saxon site and it was very hot!
When I was pregnant with Rosa, I joined an online group of women with nothing more in common other than we were all due to give birth in the same calendar month.
The group evolved over time and eventually there was a splinter group of ladies who were interested in an Attachment Parenting philosophy.
I share pretty much everything with this group of ladies, as do they. We know intimate details about relationships and events. We are the first to know when someone is pregnant, when someone experiences a loss, when someone is worried about something, when a child achieves something, or develops a rash.
They have been a lifeline during lonely moments of being the at home parent.
I love them all.
Then one day last year, my virtual friends became real life in person friends when we all met up for a camping holiday. It was strange for about 30 seconds before we were all totally comfortable. Stacy found it a bit weird bless her, but quickly adapted to these people she had no idea who they were, but who knew absolutely everything about her!
Then this weekend we all met up again in Brighton for my very first festival.
I absolutely LOVED IT! As did the kids.
We started off with a proper scary hailstorm, and then we sang Happy Birthday to all the children who celebrated over the last 6 weeks or so (and ate cake!)
The parachute was a massive hit with the children, and we kept returning to it over and over again over the weekend.
The day times were sunny and warm (we all even got a little sunburnt!) but by night it dipped below freezing so that there was ice on the outside of the tent and our water carrier became full of ice. We were very cold!
On Saturday morning, we headed into the woodland to attend a fire making workshop. The children all lit a piece of cotton wool covered in vaseline, and then we lit a main fire in the centre of the group.
We then all mixed flour and water and added the dough to the end of sticks before cooking it over the fire.
The kids were totally stoked with their achievement and the bread actually tasted rather nice!
After that we all gathered leafs for leaf bashing. We sandwiched leaves between material and bashed them to death to leave the imprint of the leaf on the fabric. They came out rather beautiful.
There was also painting using natural materials like charcoal and mud.
We were delighted to find a little train that ran around the local area. It was a good 20 minutes long, steam powered and ever so fun!
We learnt circus skills in the afternoon.
Bought butterfly wings, tiaras and ribbons.
Wrote down our dreams and attached them to the dream tree.
There was even time to attend a music workshop for singing and dancing before the sun went down.
Sunday was a lazier day, much hotter and we chilled and enjoyed each others company. We did drawing,
Played with giant inflatable footballs,
Did some toddler yoga,
Made clay goddesses,
Made headbands out of natural things we foraged,
I went and attended a tribal singing workshop whilst the kids played in the woods.
It really was a beautiful, magical, bonding weekend. I am so lucky to have these women and their children in my life.
Mike, a husband of one of my friends told me that Charlie was a lovely boy, a real credit to us. He had taken care of a lot of the younger boys, made sure that they each had a turn in the games and looked out for their well being. After Charlie’s recent struggles with his friendships at school, his lovely comments did make me cry.
Reports afterwards tell me that they all hero worshipped him!
Everyone’s children were well behaved. Group living is wonderful for happy children. They can’t get bored when there are so many people to play with. Adults are happier too as their children aren’t badgering them all the time for attention or food. There is always a pair of eyes on your child, so you can take the time to go and do something else.
I am seriously considering some kind of future communal living!
We attended a local event this morning where they had lots of balance bikes and a racetrack. They also had really cool on the floor bike thingies that I don’t know what they are called.
Several of Charlie’s school mates came along and it was nice to see him interact with them. I decided to stay as long as I could manage to give him this time with them and it ended up being nearly 2 hours! Luckily, the centre had a coffee morning on and so I took the girls in for drinks they they played with the toys in there.
Even after that much time he still didn’t want to leave!
I’ve recently taken my little cottage business on a slightly different course. I fell in love with dyeing my own yarn a little while back, but I don’t really want to sell just skeins of dyed yarn…so I decided to use what I dye to make really unique baby items.
They are a LOT more labour intensive. First of all I knit a blank, then I dye it as a gradient, then I let it dry, then I wind it into two identical balls, before I then crochet it into the desired item.
I am currently experimenting with how much yarn each size needs so that I can make exact sized blanks. It’s no use making them too large, as you will never finish the grad! Can you imagine dyeing a rainbow grad and never making it to the purple?? It would be dreadful! lol
Here are my first few experiments which I am pretty happy with actually!
I’m taking Rosa to the ballet again on Friday to see The Sleeping Beauty. I think I am excited as she is!