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Don’t look back…

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 A quote from Marcia Wallace

I should probably add that this is a book title; I’ve never read it but would love a review below if you have.

As a teacher I often reflect. Was the lesson objective met? How could I adapt that task? Reflection also pops it’s head up in assessment and school reports and I obviously always use the past to form my opinion.

As a woman I look back on past relationships (and wonder what was I thinking?), compare them with close friends and share our tales of arguments and let downs.

As a mother I look at J, secretly compare him to every small goblin we have ever met and rationalise in my brain his strengths, weaknesses and everything inbetween. Completing this task with activities to fill the gaps and enhance his talents.

However, in my brain, the past is irrelevant – I’m moving forward. ‘I’m not going that way’ again, so why credit it with time? After all, we have all learnt that time is such a precious commodity.

I’d be pure Pinocchio if I suggested I don’t think about, analyse and cogitate about the past…I believe we are all on a journey (some more exciting than others) and sometimes we get lost or stay too long in the wrong company, make the wrong choices or simply forget the map. From this, I believe my journey is about being ‘better’ not perfect or maybe ever reaching the goal I’m aiming for – but if I’m aiming,  doing it better. Being a better teacher, a better role model, a better partner, friend and mummy.

I’m not sure I therefore can uphold Marcia’s quote or do it justice. However, I do think it’s a fab quote that is best served when we get caught up in the loop holes of the past or fester for too long in a negative environment. For this, it’s one of my favourites for motivating us to look at the future.

Living for the moment isn’t something I find naturally easy, I’m a teacher – a bell goes off every hour to indicate my next task, class change over or when its break and I can pee. My holidays are routined and training is diarised a year in advance. However, aren’t those spontaneous nights of fun with friends or that unplanned get together with family always the best?

So, despite the glaring calendar all set up and ready for the new academic year – I declare this summer unplanned, moving forward and seizing new opportunities. Who knows I might even draft up a 5 year plan (in pink pen and with colour coded stickers) for my career and home life?

As someone that has little knowledge on 5 years plans, share below your tips for moving things along, I’d really appreciate it.

Sensory play #4 Force

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*disclaimer: not sensory at all….sorry! Still lots to learn.

Last week I taught J about items being ‘the same and different’ and this week I wanted to do ‘push and pull’, mainly because a cart horse in one of his favourite books has been pulling loads and I wasn’t sure he understood?

I then remembered a science lesson (originally aimed at 12 year olds) about force that I adapted for this game.

 The picture really explains all…
You will need:

  • Balloons
  • 2 chairs (or trees)
  • Sting, wool or any other kind of ropey stuff
  • Straws
  • Tape (I used electric tape so that it was more visually obviously, you could use celotape or even plasters.

I basically blew up the balloons (which made j laugh…until one popped, which caused a break down) took a straw and cut it in half, taped the straw to the balloon (see below)

 ‘Ta-dar’ and we were ready to race the balloons by ‘pushing’ them along and then ‘pulling’ them back to the start.
There are many variations that you could do with this – dinning room chairs indoors if it’s raining, more than 2 balloons if you have more little monsters at home, or you could even add height to one end to create a little more gravity. Like I said, I kept them flat because I wanted J to specifically push and pull, plus he is only 2 years old and perhaps an older child may like more challenge…you could even get the monsters to create an obstacle course for the balloons.

The best thing about this was it look 2 seconds to create and was a clear visual aid to teach him. I also left it out for several days (until the balloons shrivelled up) for J to explore by himself.

Warning: popping balloons may send your toddler into hysterics, mine is scarred for life (haha)

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Attitude is a little thing…

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 Quote from Winston Churchill. This is post is a reminder to keep our emotions balanced.

Working in an environment with over a thousand teenagers – I literally have a degree in attitude, so it is natural for me to talk about this part of my life.

However, attitude in society is much more interesting to me.

Last weekend Mr Fridge and I went on a date night, part of the date included a meal. Our waitress was scary and angry and well…sad. I knew that her attitude was going to end up backfiring on her. Seconds later a customer (on another table may I add) blew his top with her, as sad as I felt for her I couldn’t help thinking she had attracted negativity.

On Sunday we sat at Blackwall tunnel for a hour in static traffic and the attitude of some drivers was hysterical…nudging forward (remember I said the jam was static), cursing and making themselves upset…got them no where. We didn’t go anywhere either but we weren’t near to needing assistance for a heart attack.

I think attitude is a fine line…too passive and you get walked over, too assertive and you can become queen bossy boots and too aggressive usually lands you up in trouble. A balance of emotions is essentially as important as a balanced diet or work/play lifestyle.

Balanced emotions can get really good results, to be assertive is hugely attractive for a lot of people, especially in the work place. I do remember a teacher that I had in when I was at secondary school…he was angry before he walked in the place and we (a group of about 30 kids) knew exactly what buttons to press to cause him to explode. I do feel a little bad that I participated in this but at the same time I learnt very little in Science due to his (the adult) emotions.

Saying that, nobody is perfect and we all have days where we snap or bite. I guess those are the days that we lose our attitude balance?

I have to end of something that was intrenched into my soul throughout my childhood, it’s pretty obvious really – but manners do go along way and cost nothing. A please, thank you, compliment or even opening a door can adjust another persons attitude to you, it’s hard to be angry with someone who has just allowed you to pass through the door you are opening for them with a huge smile, and if you can help others adjust their attitude – you’re someone who is pretty special.

Always kiss your dog good night  

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 This is one of those quotes that you can get printed on anything from tea cups to pencils, because of this I can’t find who first said it? So, credit goes to ‘Anon’
This post is 100% dedicated to my four legged friend – Moët.

 At 5yrs old she now requires glasses, haha no I just love to accessorise and this is one of the reasons I adore her.

She will literally lay down at let me poke her, stroke her and paint her nails (it was only once and I’ve learnt my lesson…a yellow lab clashes with coral polish), we’ve had her since a pup and her story is rather ‘Jeremy Kyle’, her mum Sarah lived on a ranch…ok, it’s the UK so we say farm (but how cool did ranch sound!) she was a black lab, one day a yellow lab male looking for passion stumbled upon Sarah’s ranch….8 weeks later and 2 horrified owners later – Moët was born! (And about 9 others) I called her Moët as she was a combination of my favourite things – a cute puppy that was coloured champagne and my fav sparkle ‘Moët’


Id like to suggest that we became inseparable, alas the picture above lies…her heart belongs to Mr F, she is literally his dog and only has eyes for him. I joke (with serious thoughts in my head) that they were once lovers in a previous life, that and because when she was little they use to have secret naps on the sofa whilst I was at work.

I’m animal obsessed and if it wasn’t for Mr F our house would be a zoo. I’m a sucker for anything with a tail, big eyes or even a shell (I have snails too!) but he puts the breaks down most days. Moët has given us so much; she is beyond amazing with J – he climbs over her, tugs at her and she seems to know he’s a pup and tolerates it. They play together and roll around together…

 Thank you Moët for teaching us that you know best, that you know when it’s 7pm (dinner time) and that you are faithful, loyal and trustworthy (ssshh all those secrets I’ve told you)

And I love her so dearly for loving ‘our’ boy so dearly x

Sensory play #2 clean mud

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When your mum is a teacher and your Nanny spent way too many years between reception and year 2, you can expect sensory play at the drop of a hat.

If I ever have to work late which means pick ups from Nursery become a hassle my parents step in and make everything look effortless. In the last few weeks of term this happened a couple of times.

On one of these occasions,  I went into my dinning room to find my mum grating a bar of soap (like you do) to make soap flakes for a play activity. This is especially good if like me you have a dirt loving child as it smells like a years worth of laundry. IMG_2520

What she did to make ‘clean mud’
Ingredients:

  • Bar of soap (grated)
  • Toilet roll ripped up
  • Add water to desirable consistency ( more than you think, but not much)

Then squidgy it all together. Simple! J could definitely have got involved in the ripping of the toilet paper and who doesn’t love to squidge? Sensory delights and for a few pennies an occupied toddler.

 As you can see from above Mum ‘garnished’ J’s clean mud with some little Dinosaurs and I really think this is an outside activity, unless you are wishing your walls to look like the ceiling of the school toilets (ahh remember thoses day of paper churned up and stuck to the ceiling).

If I’m honest this didn’t really thrill J, but when he has his Grandad Tom on tap to play with, sensory play doesn’t always cut the mustard, or in this case the soap suds.

Give it ago and let me know how clean mud works out for you? There are lots of recipes on Pinterest and some even add food colouring, I quite liked the white effect? It’s snow like. J played with this for about a week, I just placed a carrier bag over the top and left it in the shed, the bonus was the shed smells like heaven!

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Be filled with wonder…

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  Quote by… Well I’m not sure? I’ve searched high and low and nobody seems to want to claim it, not even ‘Anon’
Whoever put those delicate and delightful words together had their karma in order and there zen in full flow. 

Being touched by peace is something I’m not sure I could ever have appreciated when I was younger, life moved to fast and frankly I was too busy to stop. 

To truly be at peace and not actually be asleep, meditation is the nearest I can get so far. I’m not very good at being quiet or slowing my whizzing mind down, so when I say meditate I mean ‘Fridge style made up meditation’. Basically, I lie on the bed, listen to a mediation app (binaural beats) and take 20mins to just ‘watch’ -I’m nowhere near any sort of  magician, but I do feel ‘reenergised ‘ and often find my brain feels a little calmer and more focused.

Wonder comes easily to my soul. I still hyperventilate when the cheese bubbles on top of the lasagne or often think…or in this case wonder about the world around us, like if we all went to one place in the world would the world wobble? Or, my current wonder – do our new fish watch TV? 

  I’m literally convinced that they do. Incidentally never let your toddler name a pet. The red one is called ‘lightning’, as in Lightning McQueen (heavily influenced by Daddy) and the other is called ‘Doggy’ and technically that’s Doggy 2…ssshh don’t tell him. 

When J first wakes he likes to lie in his cot chilling, he may say good morning to every object in his room or peek through the curtains and announce which neighbour has moved their car or comment on an Aeroplane flying overhead…but mainly he stares at the ceiling and he’s pretty peaceful. Toddlers have wonder down to a fine art; within 4 minutes of me popping ‘finding Nemo’ on he had asked serveral million questions (I also noticed through a two year olds eyes how tragic the start of that film is – dead babies, dead mums, kidnap and sharks) and I realised that by asking questions and finding out more about things we can indulge in our own wonder once again.

Why is it important to wonder? In my humble opinion, this little gem allows our souls to search that bit deeper and our brains to operate at amore enjoyable level.

Make August the month where you take in a little more peace and allow your mind to wonder. Stuck with how to start…give my bullet points below a go. 

Peaceful time

  • Light a candle (I have an addiction for these)
  • Read a book
  • Try a meditation app (I find just after I put my little soldier to bed is best)
  • Write a list of jobs ‘todo’ so that you can go to bed satisfied that you’ve completed the days objectives.

Wonder:

  • Living on the south coast – time out throwing stones in to the ocean (it’s the only good thing about pebble beaches)
  • Read a new genre of book that you wouldn’t normally choose
  • Take 2 minutes to lie on the grass and notice the world – clouds, ants…it’s all happening out there
  • Allow yourself to sound silly (I’m a natural at this)

Happy wondering…don’t get lost and come back soon 🙂 

Sensory play #3 play doh monsters

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Today’s little gem is even better than the last! Yet again, I had all of the ingredients and therefore is was a free interactive skills that I think J loved.

I want to write that J loved it because it enriched his fine motor skills (that’s the skill set that will one day help him use scissors and operate his keys drunk at 4am) but honestly he loved fighting with them and used them as figures to play with (added bonus). The photo below is a little favourite because he used the fussli pasta as teeth, which as I looked at it was like stepping into his ever wonderful and developing imagination.

So, what do you need to do?

Grab some play doh (or make some of your own) and a selection of dried pasta’s and get going. My only tip is pop these in a little bowl so that your living room doesn’t look like a Dolmio commercial. J knew what to do by copying me…

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Meet Synthia (above) my very own play doh monster…being a Disney Princess I really wished I had some pasta bows in the cupboard for her hair!

Anyway, enjoy – I can honestly say it was the longest J has ever played with this sort of resource before. However, I can’t say that this was my idea. I found it on a yummy mummy blog titled mummyonabudget, you can Click here for a quick mooch at her page , so all hail play doh queen! Many thanks x

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Tigers

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 Be warned nobody wants to claim this quote, but it seems in comes in multiple variations (it’s a tricky quote, including substituting Tigers for Wolves…which may make this quote even cooler?)

I could probably write this post in one line…stop worrying about what other people think. (If you’re short for time – leave it there)

However, I work in an all girls school and it doesn’t take Oprah to see that worrying about what others think is as common as Miley Cyrus getting her kit off. It would also seem that ‘caring’ is at its peek in the teenage years.

Then, as a birthday gift I received this book from a delux Devon delight.

 Do you ever find with children’s literature that it sometimes blows your mind? This particular Tuxedo Tiger is more than just dashing and if I’m on the wave length that the author Peter Brown was hoping for then this book is about ‘being you’ and finding that when you do, your true friends love you just the same.
It was at this point that something clicked in my little blonde world – surely if I’m the tiger, my true friends/family, the core group I care for and ‘hunt’ for- and frankly the core group that I get seriously protective over. If this is to be true, then next time you worry that your butt looks big in those shorts (it works for J-lo) who cares what anyone, and I stress anyone thinks of you.

So, hopefully I’ve inspired you to give a little less to those who do not care or even notice you’re even wearing shorts and remember a true loved one loves you even if you are wearing a top hat.

(Seriously, read the book – I’m sure if you add a glass of wine to the mix, or even a bottle it could become the deepest thing you ever read…and if not, my 2 year old likes the vibrant visuals)

Be a Tiger x

Sensory play #1 Bubble dough

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Don’t hyperventilate but there is no quote today.

Instead, this post is dedicated to play. The summer hols give me the perfect opportunity to be an interactive Mummy.

A lot of parents are fretful when it comes to play. I can’t tell you how important it is to your bambino’s brain development, cognitive skills, social skills…ok, you get the message, we are passionate about play!

This morning it was the turn of bubble dough. I’d never made it before and searching for recipes I noticed many included naughty ingredients that weren’t little people friendly. So I played with the recipes and it came out really well.

You will need 3 ingredients that I already had in my larder (bonus) and this means although not exactly edible that are safe.

Bubble dough:

I’m a bit Jamie Oliver when it comes to measuring, partial to a glug or a dash. So don’t be too precise on the measurements it’s not that kind of recipe.

  • One cup of cornflour
  • One table spoon of washing up liquid (a big squeeze)
  • One table spoon of olive oil (a big glug)

Mix and play!

Now, if the mixture goes crumbly, add more soap. If it is too runny, add more flour and for extra stretch add olive oil (a dash at a time)

 Here’s some we literally made earlier.
I used Fairy Liquid and its fragrance was lime (because this is what I had) as a result it made the dough smell divine and also a shade of green. Hence J called it ‘Hulk’ and it wasn’t long until his figures were playing too.

 We can’t play anything in our house without cars.

 But mainly we stretched it…a lot
 The other bonus is that the olive oil gave us fabulous soft hands. A mummy manicure without leaving the house! #highfive

It keeps well as long as you wrap it in cling film and leave it at room temperature, you may need to add a dash of olive oil to revitalise it. Another bonus is any dough that made it to the carpet or our clothes was easily brushed off – so no mess, easy to make…what are you waiting for?

Let me know how it goes. The princess in me so wanted to add glitter, so also let me know if you find any variations.

Happy bubble dough X

Some people are worth melting for

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 Quote by Disney’s ‘Olaf”

I love this little quote and that snowy guy, I mean come on he isn’t as annoying as most of the Disney comedy characters and as a secret princess / kick ass woman – I’m so with the Frozen team, I’ve already got the t-shirt and mug…ok, not the mug but only because it wouldn’t match all the other mugs I have  (I’m such a loser), anyway it’s a good question – who would you melt for?

Personally, I speak to my bestie everyday on the way too or on the way home from work, I also speak to my Mum or Skype her everyday, so in true girl power spirit these women empower me….but melt? Hmmm…not so much?

It’s the men I melt for, and I’m not just talking David Beckham. My Dad was my first hero and he is soooo random at times he makes me laugh constantly. My ‘other half’ is totally gorgeous in my opinion and as my trusty soul mate and partner in crime / supermarket shopping buddy…melting comes easy.

My little man makes me continually laugh and I sometimes wished when he was a baby that I could get into his head and find out what he was thinking, well he was two in March so with no filter between his brain and his mouth – I now can; he melts my heart constantly with his funny little habits, phrases that just blurts out and genuine curiosity of the world. When J really melts my heart though is when he is sleeping, I think it’s probably an undeveloped cave chick thing, but I could watch that boy sleep forever, from his perfectly plump lips to his content eyelashes. (pause to have a mummy hormonal melt down of my own) or in the car the other day when he was gurgling with his drink. I put my Mummy voice on and told him it wasn’t funny – he replied “it is a little bit funny mummy” and that was it, I was laughing and completely undermined my own authority – oops!

The kids at school melt me sometimes, usually it’s the random questions they ask or things they say. Note to self: write kid school phrases down 🙂

So, come on, don’t hold back who melted you this week?

Puddle love

Fridge x