Displaying Georgie’s art has been on my list of things-to-do for an embarrassingly long time. I have a folder where I keep not only Georgie’s musings but also my godson’s and niece and nephew’s. But there’s always one favourite hanging on the side of the fridge or sitting clumsily on the blackboard in the pantry. So it was about time I got some wire, two nails and a few pegs and created a little art corner.
I’m excited about this week’s The Parent Hood. There’s a good mix and an eye-opening read. Grab that cup of tea.
The only reason kids love the beach is because of SAND. I’m seriously considering doing this.
Always on the lookout for inspiring ideas for Georgie’s bedroom.
I have been keeping up with Jacqui’s blog since she lost her beautiful three year old son, Ryan. She is using the space to write her way through this tragedy. She is a remarkable woman.
Yay for painting, right? It keeps kids occupied for a ridiculous amount of time and there is unlimited creativity involved. It is something that Georgie and I do often. We love painting stones, sticks, cardboard boxes, wooden toys and anything else I can get my hands on. But then there are times when creating a beautiful mess is not what I have in mind and the last thing I need is a toddler running around with black paint on his hands. Enter Water Painting. It deserves to come in capitals because it is such an awesome no-brainer. All you need is a bowl of water, paint brushes and somewhere to set those little ones free. The only problem I had with this activity was trying to explain why the painting was disappearing. But trust me, if there’s water in the mix, you won’t get any complaints.
I am declaring a REGULAR new post theme called The Parent Hood. Thrilling title I know but this isn’t coming from a busy office with coffee breaks and a Ryan Gosling look-alike taking notes. It’s coming from a woman who has seriously overdue chipped nail varnish, dirty feet dangling off the bed and the faint scent of fry-up in her hair keeping her from coming up with something better to name said regular new post theme. Oh and also, I am dying to re-watch the last episode of Game of Thrones. Obsessed is not the right word.
I don’t scare easy. But when I do, often it is because of people and their peculiar beliefs. The first gay Cyprus pride parade was held this Saturday in Nicosia. I proudly took part. And as I marched down the street with Georgie in my arms, I watched people shouting that we would burn in hell and that I should be ashamed of myself for exposing my child to such issues! I may have sugarcoated that last sentence. For a moment I felt a lump in my throat. Could I or my child actually get hurt for having fundamental beliefs in basic human rights? In 2014? In Europe?