Yesterday, while breastfeeding my little man, I watched the movie Bad Moms for the first time. I’d purchased the DVD on a whim, while shopping for some new socks for J, seeing as all his others were suddenly too small. All I expected from this movie was a comedy about mums behaving badly – I’d only seen the trailer without sound, and hadn’t read the blurb on the back of the case. It turned out to be a funny-but-empowering film, with a poignant underlying message about standards and expectations (those of others, as well as our own) around motherhood.
Moana is pretty much my 1-year-old son’s favourite movie. He chuckles every time baby Moana helps the turtle to the water, exclaims in delight when the water does something cool, and makes this weird exclamation-crossed-screeching sound when Maui “be’s awesome”. We even ordered him a plush Maui “magical fish hook” we found on Etsy. He was delighted. But, as Moana herself points out, she’s not a princess. It occurred to me, while watching this exact scene, that I hadn’t really shown my son any Disney princess films.
I started off with Aladdin (yes, there’s Princess Jasmine, but the movie isn’t about her), because I’d seen the musical twice during my pregnancy (I love Disney and I love musicals, so put the two together …), and thought he’d enjoy it (he bounced a lot in utero while I watched the live show). He did love it, and watched it over and over. Next, I introduced The Lion King, mainly because I had a think back to the movies that my younger brother and male cousins enjoyed as toddlers and young children. Simba was a favourite in all three households. J loved this one, too. But, during this first exploration into the wonderful world of Disney, not once did it occur to me to show him a proper princess film.
I love collaborating with other bloggers, and seeing all these award nominations flying around in cyberspace! It’s fantastic that these blogger-to-blogger awards promote a supportive atmosphere around the blogging community. I’m grateful to have been nominated for a few, and wanted to give back somehow. I’m a mummy blogger, and I’ve dedicated a lot of time and energy to building a community for mummy (and daddy) bloggers, including an online mothers group and a blogger-to-blogger collaboration group for parenting/family/lifestyle bloggers. I couldn’t find a blogging award specifically for this community (though, I may not have looked hard enough!), so I thought it would be nice to create one!
My dear little J,
Wow. I can’t believe how quickly the past year has gone. The days and weeks and months have flown by, and with each of those, a fraction of your babyhood. The internet tells me that, since you are now 1 year old, you are a toddler. How can this be?! You are still so tiny and helpless – you still rely on me so much – despite the fact that you grow taller overnight more often than I care to think about, and your face looks just a little bit different with each passing day. But, even though this makes me a little bit sad, it also fills me with so many wishes for your future.
There is a lot of stigma attached to being a single mother, particularly if you don’t get along with your child(ren)’s father. Somehow, the accomplishment of raising your kids while not being engaged in a traditional family unit (with all the built-in help that usually entails) is overshadowed by the culturally-ingrained prejudice against single-parent or non-traditionally comprised families. Until my family unit became one of these, I had not realised exactly how much these preconceptions abound.
This month, we have a post from Hannah, over at the very unique blog, The Alphabet of Love. Hannah lives in England, with her 4 year old daughter, her partner, and his son. I’m delighted (get what I did, there?!) that Hannah has decided to share a bit about her Disney love in this series. Over to you, Hannah!
As it says in the title of the series, Disney really is a delight. Sure, after what feels like 1000 replays of the same film or song back to back, it may not feel like such a delight. But isn’t it lovely that one animated film can be so effective, it is desired to be watched so many times?
My daughter, Bella, who is 5 years old, has grown to adore Disney films, toys and fancy dress – fancy dress being her favourite. I love it when she does her very own ‘Disney Parade’, changing into all her different princess outfits. When she puts an outfit on, she transforms into that character.
Yesterday – Tuesday, 2 January 2018 – was my first day back at work. After thirteen months away. It was both difficult and easy; sad and happy; challenging and liberating. To say I had mixed emotions is an understatement.
As the day drew nearer, I began to get very nervous about an array of things. Mostly, the thought of leaving my little man for entire days at a time (even though he’s being minded by his grandparents, rather than going to daycare); but, also, returning to a much-changed work environment, as well as wondering how I’d manage to fit everything I have to do into even less time. The list goes on, and you can read the rest in my post 10 reasons why I’m nervous about returning to work.
That morning, I woke a few minutes before my 5:45am alarm. I’d gone to bed as early as humanly possible (11pm, after getting as much ready as I could, to avoid rushing around in the morning), and we’d both fallen asleep again after J’s 1am comfort (boob) feed (for teething). I snoozed the alarm a couple of times, then breastfed him properly. He soon fell asleep again; I put him back in his cot, and started to get ready. I’d washed my hair the night before, so I showered and styled it with my “drying and straightening brush”, and put on a new dress.
Welcome to the second entry in the Scrapbook Sunday series (which collects fun activities for kids/families from parents who’ve tried them with their kids, for others to explore). Today, Karen shares how to make your own cardboard box town!
Have you heard of Biggleton? The new ‘preschool live action series featuring a cast of five to seven year olds pretending to be grown-ups in an imaginary town’ first aired on CBeebies on 27 November 2017.
It turned out to be really well timed for us in The Mini Malpi household, as my eldest was off sick from school. A lot of screen time was had that day as he lay on the sofa feeling sorry for himself, the numerous trailers for Biggleton adding some much-needed excitement to his day.
I was so excited leading up to Christmas this year. My son was born in February, so this was his first Christmas. In my family, we celebrate on Christmas Eve with a turkey dinner that my mum cooks, followed by various activities (depending on who is in attendance that year), until it’s finally present time at midnight.
Present time was always earlier when young kids were there – there’d been three child eras that I’d been a part of, mine and my brothers’s, my younger cousins’, and my cousin’s children’s. Due to a falling out, the latter era didn’t last very long; as such, it’s been quite a while since we had any kids in the house on Christmas. My little man is the first grandchild on both sides, and the first baby in my family in ten years or so. It was bound to be special, and he got spoiled with lots of toys and clothes.
As this would be the first time we didn’t spend Christmas together, J’s daddy and I gave him his own little Christmas on the 23rd. He absolutely loved his baby tricycle, and has ridden it many times every day since.
There’s nothing so heartwarming as seeing your baby delight in the littlest (and, often, silliest!) of things. Their commitment to laughing at these things – not to mention the true amazement in their faces as, little by little, they begin to comprehend the world around them – is enough to lift anyone up when they’re down in the dumps. Here are ten things that make my baby laugh!
After I have changed his nappy, I leave J in the playpen in his room, so I can go and dispose of said nappy and wash my hands. When I return, I hover outside the door until he notices me and looks up cheekily from whatever mischief he’s attempting. ‘Hello, poopy!’, I say to my little poop machine. And he giggles (he knows he’s the “poopy”).