I inherited my love for beautiful melodies from my dad. And recently I also received his impressive collection of vinyls! I was given the perfect introduction to music when he and my mum decided to have classical tunes playing in the delivery room where I was being born. It is and always has been a huge part of my life, to say the least, so it only seems right to blog about it too.
1. Stunning summer photos by Wanderlust drifted.
2. This is a brilliant post by the 50s Housewife. An age by age list of ways to show your child how to clean up after themselves and contribute as a member of a household.
3. New favourite blog! That has absolutely nothing to do with parenting.
Tried and tested, these are six tips that work when Georgie refuses food or insists on eating a mango for dinner.
1. Lie! Because most times, it works. One day Georgie asked me what was for lunch. I told him tuna and mayonnaise in a pitta pocket. For some reason, even though he likes tuna and mayonnaise, that day he kicked up a fuss. Up until the moment I placed the pita pocket in front of him he was sulking …so I lied. I told him I confused tuna with tofu and that what he was about to eat was in fact tofu. Let me just mention that Georgie has absolutely no clue what tofu is (even though he’s been eating tofu hot dogs for a couple of years now) and I had absolutely no idea if what I was saying would even register! But the mere mention of something different with a weird name and I had his attention and he finished that pita pocket.
Every summer since Georgie was born, Papa and I take three days off parent duty and spend time with friends while he spends some time with his grandparents. It’s an exciting time for me because I always feel that this is MY time, a time to do what one cannot normally do with kids. Like get a long massage, drink a cocktail or two before sunset, leave the room with nothing but a towel and a book, lounge by the pool and read said book continuously, without looking up once. Even blaring music through headphones! Daring stuff. All of which I am anxiously waiting to do.
The Cypriot dialect is packed with the most colourful and mouth-filling words, accents and tones. Some say that when spoken, the Cypriotr dialect may as well be sung. They say it’s a beautiful melodic conjunction of various cultural influences.
I say it’s downright hilarious. With a deep-rooted verbal connection to sayings such as Giati Etsi Thelei To Katti, I Sitzia Tou Mavrou and Lamna’Rota it’s almost as though we’ve created the basis of a secret language spoken by few in the world. They are, I believe, the true beauty of the Cypriot dialect, the weird and often inexplicable Kipriaka.