My sterilisation sins confessed…
You purchase a shiny microwave steriliser and even clean the microwave. You place all the bottle components in their correct spot in the steriliser making sure the steam can circulate beautifully.
You read the instructions on the formula box and re-read them again just to be sure. After measuring everything in your meticulously clean measuring jug you empty the kettle, fill it up again with sparkly new water, boil and wait. You wait exactly 30 minutes for the water to cool. You set a timer just to be sure. Then go go go, get that bottle made up. Then you frantically try to cool it to drinking temperature with some crazy hand dance moves under the cold tap. Your other hand is busy trying to console the “hungry” baby.
Baby decides she doesn’t want the bottle after all. You discard milk immediately. In 5 minutes you repeat the above process again, making sure you wash your hands first of course.
Meanwhile, baby drops a dummy. You swoop in immediately. After thoroughly washing it in soapy water and sterilising it again…you hand it proudly back to the hysterical baby. Add “buy more dummies” to the shopping list.
Tiredness creeps in. You wonder if it would be terrible to make up a bottle a little ahead of feeding time? Just one. Baby seems to survive OK. How about two? Before you know it you’re secretly making up a full day of bottles and putting them in the fridge. You’re on the slippery slope.
Before you know it you’re guessing how much water’s in the steriliser and that water’s been cooling for 30 minutes…right? Can I fit all four bottles in the steriliser at once? The lid’s a bit wonky but I’m sure it’ll be OK…right..?
Ahhh, they’ve dropped their dummy again. I’m sure it’ll be OK if it’s rinsed under a tap?
You pick a dog hair off a sterilised bottle. It’s a sterile hair…right? You watch baby eat a mouldy rice cake off the floor and justify your actions.
You Google “What age can I stop sterilising bottles?”
They drop their dummy again. You wipe it on your trousers and hand it back….
Please tell me it’s not just me? If you’ve managed a year of perfect sterilising then well done. I’m just not that perfect!! Please don’t call social services…I’m trying my best:-)
It sits a little uncomfortably with me how much my kiddies love this toy. I’m a lover of slow toys made with natural, sustainable materials. So far for B’s 1st birthday I’ve bought her a xylophone and Robinia blocks from the lovely Myriad Toys. They arrived yesterday and are beautiful….
…I digress. I console myself that if we must have a large plastic toy in the middle of our living room at least it’s a very much loved and played with bit of plastic. To be fair Little Tikes don’t rate too badly on the ethical front anyway. Ethical Consumer gives MGA Entertainment an Ethiscore of 14/20 which is actually really high!!! Good news for all those Baby Born’s and Baby Annabel’s out there as it’s the same company behind them. However, I admit this was an impulse buy and not a premeditated ethical purchase! Luckily this is one of very few successful impulse buys. Two years on and we’re on our second child and she loves it just as much as her big brother.
We bought it when J was just starting to sit up. We propped him up inside and he spent ages playing peekaboo and passing balls through the hole in the window. Once he got on the move he loved crawling through the open “slide” end. Now he’s 2 1/2 it’s “My house” where he role plays being the postman or the Tesco delivery man! It took him a while to master the doorbell although his sister has caught on much quicker!
11 month old B loves it equally as much and has just mastered the shape sorter letter box. She’s also found it a fantastic place to practice pulling up and now cruises around in circles.
Probably most surprisingly it’s one of the few a places that both kiddies will play together…for a little while at least!
The only parts that they don’t bother with is the telescope and the electronic phone unit. To be honest I’m glad because telescope tends to block the door a little and the phone is actually quite hard to put back onto the receiver. Both of which would probably make my 2 year old’s head explode with frustration! I was trying to imagine what I would put in the phone panel as an alternative. My top three ideas were:
- Climbing frame/wall. They climb over it anyway so why not make it purpose built!
- Ball track and pounder
- Lots and lots of holes to feed a ball through – the hole in the window alone has given hours of fun!
Anyway, have you experienced the joy of a Little Tikes Activity Garden? One of the few plastic toys that I’d say is well worth the money.
A lovely baby and/or toddler day out is the Transport Museum at Cultra, about 20 minutes out of Belfast heading towards Bangor. It’s on the same site as the Folk Park but with two slightly snotty kids in tow we opted for the indoor transport museum. It would have been much better value to visit both in one day but the Wee-est Green Folk just don’t have the stamina! We paid £9 per adult, under 4’s go free.
Plenty of parking (on a midweek, term time morning at opening time!) onsite so it’s very accessible – we didn’t encounter a step all morning! It’s also right beside Cultra station if you fancy public transport. Inside, Berkeley Bear is on hand to guide you through he exhibitions but, lets face it, if you have a toddler he will be leading the way! The vast dome shaped exhibition is every toddler’s dream and well set up to let them loose quite safely (mind the gap in a few places!) Full of giant steam trains some of which you can climb aboard and pretend to drive. The biggest steam engine built in Ireland is an impressive piece of engineering. Our toddler appreciated it’s big wheels but for him the railbus was the outright winner!
There is a cafe on this floor. It wasn’t open when we were there and to be honest Mr Picky is only currently happy with a very specific cheesy sandwich anyway. Bringing our own packed lunch is also good bribery for getting him back to the car –
carrot cheesy sandwich on a stick!! Personally, I would have loved a cup of coffee and a scone!
I’m sure the Titanic exhibition is great but I’m afraid our toddler careered through it in search of the next ramp to run down. We hurtled into the bus section. You can feel old remembering when you used to ride one of the buses only decommissioned in 1994! If, like us, you are currently in potty training mode this is a good place for a toilet stop! To fid the toilets proceed passed the horse drawn ice cream van, right beside the big yellow removal lorry. Again, you can briefly reminisce that when we were wee there were loads of red telephone boxes on the streets.
The ground floor is a collection of cars ranging from vintage to relatively modern. Of course the locally built De Lorean sits pride of place beside it’s timeline charting it’s rise to fame and fall from grace!
At this point we abandoned our trip. One sleepy baby was running out of rice cakes and a hungry toddler was getting fractious. We headed back to the car. If your children are still fully fuelled there is an aviation building on down the lane. We’ve been there before and it’s fantastic. Well worth a visit to see all the planes and sit up in a cockpit.
Safe to say we had a lovely morning. Mr Picky enjoyed his cheesy sandwich on the way home, read his take-home Berkeley Bear book and fell fast asleep shorty afterwards….perfect:-)
I have a 2.5 year old and an almost one year old. The littlest one loves her older brother but the feeling really isn’t really reciprocated! He likes her in theory but in practice it’s a very different matter. I often look on jealously at other people’s toddlers being so loving and gentle to their baby siblings. But, I console myself that I’m watching the one’s who have left the house! I hold onto the hope that there are lots of other Mummy’s stuck at home, lying across the living floor to create a Mummy wall, between a besotted crawler and a toddler yelling “IT’S MINES!!!”Please tell me it’s not just me!
First off, I have a feeling I’ll have to re-adjust my expectations. Word has it, kids don’t really understand the concept of sharing until nearer 3 – that’s just developmentally the way it is😦 Call me impatient but if you’ve found a way to speed up the process PLEASE share it with me! In the meantime here’s what the web is advising:
- Re-brand sharing as “Taking Turns”
- Try not going bonkers when your toddler yells “I don’t want to share” for the millionth time. Positive reinforcement is the way to go.
- Don’t force them to share too much or it might teach them more about resentment than generosity.
- Hide away extra special toys if there’s a play date. Sharing less prized possessions is a better entry level.Set up activities which lend themselves to parallel play – blocks, sandpit etc.
- Distraction, distraction, distraction.
- Lead by example.
- Don’t worry….you’re 2 year old is acting like a 2 year old.
Any other Mummy walls out there? Any veteran Mummy’s with tips? Is buying two of everything the only way to cope……?
Both of my childbirth experiences have been short and snappy and I am blessed with 2 beautiful (not that I’m biased!), happy (if a toddler if ever truly happy!) children. All be it one decided to show up 6 weeks prematurely but that’s another story! However, I want to share a little of my journey to dispel the myth that fast labours are somehow lucky. I’m not trying to score points – there’s no competition- but next time you meet someone who’s had a baby in less than 2 hours maybe you’ll understand why she doesn’t necessarily feel very lucky. Here’s why…
There isn’t any! You ring the hospital and they say take a bath and stay at home – you’ve only just started. Little do they (or you) know that everything is about to go from nought to sixty in 10 minutes. Before you know it you’re desperately trying to get to the hospital wishing your car did nought to sixty just as quickly.
It has probably flown out of the car window as your partner ran that red light. You arrive at the hospital and no-one’s ready. They might have a bed, they might not. They weren’t expecting you so soon. You’ve sent labour ward into a scramble. You attempt to get yourself undressed in the seconds between contractions.
Obviously there’s pain! But it’s far too late for pain relief which is unfortunate because your getting to experience what should be 12 hours of pain in less than 2! There’s no time for your body to adapt or find a coping mechanism. If you wanted a natural birth then you’ve got your wish but there won’t be “Sounds of the Ocean” playing softly in the background and the ship has long sailed on all those yoga moves you’ve been practising for weeks.
Your partner will have no idea what’s going on. There’s too much chaos for anyone to explain. You won’t have the faintest idea who all the faces are. No chance of learning any names during this birthing experience.
Baby is probably fine although a little more stressed than average. You, on the other hand, are much more likely to have tears which need stitching. There’s no time for things to stretch gradually if you know what I mean! In my experience it feels like you’ve been hit by bus and are completely in shock – shaking like a leaf and totally confused. Then someone hands you a baby! That “special moment” doesn’t seem quite as special as other Mummy’s make out. You feel a little cheated by the fast labour, almost like you’d missed out on a rite of passage.
So there you have it. Childbirth is the most deeply personal thing a woman will experience and everyone’s journey is completely different. You might have had a fast birth and feel incredibly lucky?! Anyway, I hope these few thoughts give a little insight. Time certainly helps the memories of childbirth fade but if you meet a Mummy, especially in the early days after a fast labour, all I ask is that you maybe think twice before saying, “You’re so lucky!”
It’s happened. You’ve been their trusty companion for X years but recently you’ve been sidelined. Giving their dating track record you didn’t think it would ever happen. Eventually you had to make room on the sofa for the husband – that was bad enough! Now there’s a new kid in town and it’s screeching round the clock and tearing up the house…no, they’ve not got a cat…they’ve had a baby!! How do you know….
Your thrice daily walks have been replaced by a brief buggy push if you’re lucky and only if it coincides with nap time. The walk time preparation seems to take longer than the walk. Snowsuits…raincovers…changing bags. Wake me when you’re actually ready to leave the house.
The house used to littered with your toys but ever since the baby started to lick your Kong they have gradually been placed out of reach….both from the baby, and from you. Ironically, the babies toys look mighty similar to your own toys…all very confusing!
Your water bowl has moved outside ever since the baby was found blowing bubbles in it. Now you have to stand in the rain and wind to have a drink. You remember a time when you ate and drank in the kitchen with the rest of the family.
You seem to have progressively less access to the house. You remember when you used to sleep on the human’s bed. Now there are stair gates all over the place. At least your chair remains untouched. To add insult to injury you’ve even been relegated to the car boot when you go for a drive. Once you were even left at home because there was no room for you and the buggy!!!
But, hey, it’s not all bad….
Yes, there’s screaming but that leads to plenty of company during the night…maybe even a midnight feast or two. Nowadays the humans rarely venture out far – they’re much too tired and the baby pretty much has them under house arrest. They would certainly never be out passed 8 o’clock!!
There’s food everywhere. The humans graze all day (and night) and did I mention weaning. This is awesome. It’s literally raining food from the high chair! There’s also lots of new flavours…puréed sweet potato (it’s their first baby!), wet nappies, soiled nappies, dry nappies etc etc. For any self respecting Labrador this is food heaven.
So I guess it’s not all bad. As long as they don’t have another one…….TBC
1. Your nose is so finely tuned to the smell of poo you can even pre-empt a dirty nappy.
Maybe it’s just me but everything smells of poo these days. I don’t think twice about going up behind someone and sniffing their bum. Every odd odour requires full investigation until someone confesses.
2. You have superhuman upper arm strength.
Two kids later my gym membership days seem a distant memory. Apart from my Sunday run the only exercise I get is running after the kids! However, it turns out that carting around a pre-toddler actually tones your arms much more than any new-fangled exercise routine. Pity it’s not really symmetrical!
3.You talk to your kids in the style of Mr Tumble.
Entertaining comments need a “That’s funnyyyyyyy” and I don’t like it any more “IIIIIIII love it!”. Leaving the house goes something like this….”Goodbye, goodbye, it’s time to run…..”
4. Strangers can guess the age of your child based on the length of your regrowing hair.
At 11 months my regrowing hair is approximately 2 inches long. Blow dry it and it sticks straight up in the air. After my first child I would have gone to the hairdressers to try to improve it. Now, after my second child I’m just ignoring it. I imagine if I have any more children I’ll not even notice!
5. You start thinking about having another baby.
Your cute little newborn has outgrown the mums and tots baby area and is gaining their independence. They’ll squirm out of cuddles (unless they’re ill) and they start to lay down the ground rules – while letting you pretend you’re still in charge. Somehow the exhaustion and madness of last year has been forgotten…..and you’re walking around wearing rose tinted glasses.