This weekend, between going to Comic Con and enjoying my last mind-numbing late night Netflix moments before Georgie starts school, I did some research on lunchbox containers. I’ve been telling myself I should get Georgie a really good one since last year but I haven’t been able to make up my mind. Take a look at my top picks and tell me what you think.
When I first saw what was in the little package we had received for James, I laughed. As if, I thought to myself, there was the slightest chance my rascal of a 14-month old would hold a cup with water AND drink from it nonetheless. Well, let me tell you, I love it when I’m totally and completely wrong about something!
Ah, the eating chapter. There are days when it tires me to my core. James is a completely unpredictable and fussy eater. One day he wants to feed himself the next day he screams bloody murder when I put a slice of avocado in front of him. He’s also slim for his age but of course that’s because he’s too busy burning off whatever he does actually eat. So I’ve had to do some homework and find tasty treats and combinations that he likes. Here’s what’s working with James lately.
Last week, one of Georgie’s teachers almost made me cry. It was during a parent-teacher meeting, the second this year. Let me just say that Georgie is in preschool so these types of meetings are short and sweet, addressing basic issues; weaknesses such as not writing in a straight line and confusing numbers 6 and 9 and strengths such as good communication and independence.
I wouldn’t say I am a fan of the hype that comes with Valentine’s Day. At least not anymore. But it is a celebration of love and I am totally cool with that. Also I happen to have a cute little Valentine’s story to share. I remember one particular Valentine’s Day when I was no more than 16. I had had the sweetest boyfriend for a couple of months and the day of love was coming up so I did what is expected. Teddy bears, cards and various red and pink knick knacks with hearts smothered all over were purchased. We broke up two months later but remained friends. The type of friends who invite each other to their weddings! So, after more than ten years, one day I went to his house to invite him to my wedding. After a brisk chat with his mum, he took me to a cupboard where he revealed something so special I can’t help but smile every time I think of it. There, he kept a box of items from his childhood and one little gift I gave him on that Valentine’s Day.