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 Artwork: My husband ❤ When this is all over, let us not forget,
The people who kept the world turning, are the ones we owe respect, It wasn’t the richest, or the ones who wear false crowns, It was those who kept us afloat, when little hope was to be found, The doctors, the nurses, the teachers, the bin-men the supermarket workers, those who often hide, It was your postman, your delivery driver, your butcher, the World War II veteran who walked those extra miles, The children who couldn’t go to school, or see their grandparents or friends, But don’t forget it was you who made them feel safe, it was you who held their hand, Money didn’t save us, it was the kindness in their hearts, It was those we don’t often notice, who held us in the dark. When this is all over, remember how the roads were quiet, not as many cars in sight, And you didn’t have to listen closely to hear the bird song, morning through to night, The flowers never looked so beautiful, the sun never shone so bright, The fish kept swimming, the bees kept buzzing, nature didn’t lose its fight, Beauty shone through and were we able to see, That we need nature, more than it needs you and me, Nature kept going, when we were on our knees, Showing us that life goes on, to look for the light amongst the trees, Don’t forget that sometimes a little, can save so much, So keep the birds singing and the oceans alive, give back to nature what it gives to us. When this is all over, we can’t bring back those we lost, or change the past, But we can mend the broken hearts, find the good in this and make it last, This does not discriminate against race or religion, the rich or the poor, But people who always suffer the most, need us now more than ever before, When this is all over, hold your grandmother closer, raise a glass with those you love, Do the thing you keep saying you’ll do, keep looking for the light above, Remember those who gave so much, who are normally out of sight, The ones who you stood and clapped for, every Thursday night, One day we will all look back and see, that this storm eventually passed, And how we will be remembered, is how we found the good in all the grief – and made it last.  So potty training is easy apparently, who knew? Ok, maybe slightly challenging and we haven’t quite took the plunge yet but so many people have messaged and asked me to share what tips people gave me yesterday (thank you to everyone who messaged ❤), so here you go! Like everything, people’s advice differs and in the end what works for your child, might be different to someone else’s. But one running theme was to stock up on chocolate buttons and ALL THE WINE. GOOD LUCK!
So we are definitely going to do a sticker reward chart (and chocolate after so many stickers). I’m going to see if I can get the pirate book but delivery on things at the mo is hit or miss so I might just show him the YouTube videos. Over the next few days I'm going to try getting him to have a wee in potty when he gets up and then before bath. (Though he just threw the potty in the bath before so doesn't bode well.) Then nappy off and go free for a few days and see what happens. I fully expect my cream carpet will be green and brown by the end of it and I’m still not sure he is ready but just going to try. No pressure – if he isn’t ready just try again in a bit. I’ll let you know how we get on! Wrote this super quick while Elijah was asleep on me so hope this all makes sense! GOOD LUCK!  Somedays the kids have chocolate before it's 9am,
Somedays we'll read books all day and make a den, Somedays I'll throw them the iPad for hours, just to have a break, Somedays I'll make meals from scratch and teach my toddler how to bake, Somedays I will swear under my breath from morning through to night, Somedays we will play in the garden, until the sky loses light, Somedays I feel like I'm just not cut out for all this, my patience is done, Somedays I'll realise that I'm all they need, I'm a good mum, Somedays are hard, somedays are long, Somedays are full of tears, somedays are full of song, Somedays we will dance, somedays we will smile, Somedays I need to remind myself it's all worth while, Someday when the world let's us back in, I hope to look back and see, That every tear, that every smile - that every day, was just how it was meant to be.  No rolling pin? Use the next best thing. Wine - once again coming to the rescue.
. How is everyone? I wrote on my stories a few days ago that Rafe had become very clingy and hadn't been sleeping well since the 'lockdown'. So many of you said the same about their toddlers. He follows me around, will only let me push the pushchair and cries if my husband tries, he doesn't always - but cries when I leave the room or he will say, 'coming back mama?' for reassurance. He has gone from being a good sleeper, settling well and mostly sleeping through to needing my husband to lie next to him to get him to sleep. Then he wakes up numerous times in the night crying and when either my husband or I go in, he will say 'lie down, lie down' and we have to lie down till he falls asleep again. It's like he has seperation anxiety, maybe this is a phase - but I do think it has to do with what is going on. He can obviously sense something is happening, his routine has completely changed, he doesn't get to see his grandparents unless it's through a window/end of a driveway, we can't go to the park or any of his favourite places. And he doesn't understand why and it's hard to explain to a 2-year-old. Hopefully it will settle in time, guess like everyone - he just needs to get used to the new 'norm'. Just not looking forward to when my husband has to go back to work but will deal with that when it happens. . In the meantime going to dust off the flour off the wine. It's 5 o'clock somewhere right? . Love to you all x |
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April 2020
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