The little things x2

It was back in August that Kirsty swam into our lives, you may want to recap with a quick read by pressing here , she wasn’t exactly invited and her entrance made me go against one of the many “when I’m a parent I won’t do that” things, you see my son has always had muslins as comforters – to avoid the love and devotion being put on to one toy that could be lost (dam you Kirsty).

It turns out that Kirsty is named after one of my work friends; my son is a little bit in love with her and since the arrival of fish hat Kirsty we now have shark Kirsty, crocodile Kirsty and at times Kirsty even pops up during Star wars battles.

When I wrote the last article I probably thought that fish hat Kirsty wouldn’t be around for very long, my son has my attention span for objects and quickly moves on…but not with Kirsty.

Kirsty the hat fish came to Barbados with us. She stayed in the hotel suite during the day (the sun/sand combo doesn’t agree with her scaly complexion)  but was allowed out for evening meals, cocktails and dancing by the pool edge. If you think this sounds romantic then you’ve never holidays with a three year old, a time difference that makes keeping said three year old awake long enough to jam some food in his mouth a mission. Most evenings we had some small success, but mainly we were always the first to the buffet restaurant (where you don’t waste valuable minutes waiting for your waitress) and minutes later Daddy was carrying sleeping boy in his arms whilst I juggled as many cocktails as I could carry in stilettos behind them.


However, one night Kirsty joined us for ‘Beach Barbecue Night’ and some how we made it through a leisurely meal? The next night however was a new challenge…a screaming little man realised – Kirsty was gone. If as a parent your child has ever lost their favourite sleeping companion you’ll know that to say my heart was in my stomach doesn’t come close, add that he wasn’t in his own bed, a huge time difference and an awareness that we were disturbing the people in hotel rooms near us means I did what any logical parent would do: I launched operation ‘find Kirsty NOW’. My first stop was to the glamorous receptionist on the night desk..

Gorgeous receptionist: Hi Mam, how can I help you this evening?

Me (stressed Mum): Hi, yeah my son has lost his favourite toy, he won’t sleep without it.

GR: No worries, I can phone down to lost property for you.

Me: that would be amazing…

GR: what does the toy look like?(she picks up the phone and dials the security office)

Me: Its a giant red fish…well hat, yes its a big red fish hat.

GR: I’m sorry madame, did you say a fish hat?

Me: yes?

Needless to say I looked like an insane woman who had had one to many rum cocktails (if only) however the massive security guard who kindly returned Kirsty to my by then hyperventilating child was more confused and enquired where you even buy such an item. Obviously the wacky and innotative flying Tiger hasn’t hit the shores of the Carribean yet. All I cared about what that my son was pacified and sleep for all on the island looked more promising that night.

Since safely returning to the UK it has come to my attention that despite being in the clutches of my sons hands 24/7 Kirsty has some serious skills. She has swerved the washing machine on many occasions (it would seem despite being a fish Kirsty isn’t that keen on water), little dude has spent the last few weeks with a tummy bug – everything within a one hundred mile radius has had some sort of puke over it…but not Kirsty, during night time nappy weaning (yes we are free of those costly never going to bio degrade wads of wee) when beds have been changed at ridiculous o’clock – Kirsty lay untouched by liquid, how she does it i’ll never know.

He still wears her with pride, but mainly they play together and we are still not allowed to mention the word ‘hat’ near her. She is much more than an accessory, she is probably his first love. I have to say as a mother I had higher hopes for my son than a giant red fish, but I guess thats another lesson kirsty has taught us: love is blind.



 

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21 thoughts on “The little things x2

  1. Ah! This did make me laugh (sorry!) My eldest walked around with various things over time, nothing really stuck. But my youngest has a giraffe named raffi, it’s like a small blanket with a giraffe head and tail. He always has to have Raffii with him and I know the panic of thinking it is lost. I had to run back to a restaurant on holiday too and my youngest is 7! You could have a while to go, I’m afraid to say. 😉 Thank you for linking up to #EatSleepBlogRT 🌟

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  2. Ah good old Kirsty – she’s certainly a survivor – I’d say you need to get an understudy Kirsty but I guess that may be a bit tricky as she’s pretty unique (not from the ‘jellycat’ range anyway! We have similar issues with twin 1 – she has a ‘Xmas bear’ that she was given last Christmas (funnily enough) and is Wilko’s finest (she has many jellycat cuddly toys gifted to her but this wins hands down) and we lost it on Friday night so I was ringing up Sainsburys locating it as opposed to relaxing with my glass of wine…. and I’d promised myself I wouldn’t allow ‘special toys’ too – dodged it with my eldest…but as you say – love is blind xxx #eatsleepblogRT

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      1. Yep they found Xmas bear and were very sweet about helping us – it is a blinking nightmare… have too much to keep an eye on as it is without adding dropped soft toys into the mix. Best get back to my marking…. xx

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  3. I have never laughted so much in my life. I almost spat my tea out during the process! I’ve spent the last three years trying to avoid attachment issues like these too as I’d heard the horror stories about what happens when they get lost and incidents of having to buy multiple identicle stuffed toys. I cant imagine anything worse than being stuck in a foreign country and your child losing their beloved stuffed toy (or hat in this case). So glad you managed to find it, can you imagine what would have happened if you didnt! Definitely a lesson for the rest of us 😉 Thanks for sharing it on #MarvMondays. Emily

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  4. That’s adorable. What a crazy comforter! We’re still just on muslin squares but that could change to the spare nappy in his cot he seems to find every night now #marvmondays

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  5. This is hysterical! My kids were obsessed with little teething cloths…. We called them ‘Peebags’ luckily Father Christmas needed them for the needy children so we left them out for him on Christmas Eve! #result #chucklemums

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  6. YES! So pleased we’ve got the sequel to Kirsty’s adventures and thank god she made it back from holiday safely. Please will you do a Christmas special, focussing on how Kirsty is helping the festivities to progress? Love. Her. Thanks for linking to #Chucklemums xx

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  7. (Dam you Kirsty)… I started hysterical giggling then. That has is both terrifying and awesome and makes the penguin one my son has look positively sedate. Your little is much more creative than mine..all his toys and teddies are called Leo..after himself. One bear is called mummy. Genius child. I love that you had to call the reception…I had to run out of the house in my wonder woman pjs at 10 last night in -2 to go look for my sons dog teddy which I had left in the car…2 streets away..#chucklemums xx

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  8. Ha ha. This is great. Our lad’s similarly attached to Lavvy, one of those stuffed toys stuffed with lavender that you’re supposed to microwave, I think. Scent is long gone now. Anyway, it’s been dragged around for four years, dropped in a few puddles, left in a few shops – but it avoided the vomit treatment until a couple of weeks ago. Took two days to get her clean again.

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