Tag: childhood

Childhood Memories and The Swing in the Garden

T woke up crying one night.  When asked why, she said …

“I don’t want to grow up. If I grow up I’ll forget all about the fun things I did, like playing in my swing”.

She only went back to sleep when her dad told her about all the things he remembered as a child.  Like the time his own dad put up a swing for him.  He thinks he was barely five, even younger than T.  She laughed when he told her that he saw Father Christmas coming out of the attic once. How he was so scared that he saw him and wouldn’t give him his present.  Of course what my husband saw as a child was the shadow of his dad coming down from the attic with his presents.  I couldn’t contribute much, because of my really bad memory.  But we assured her that no one will take away her good memories from her and that all she needed to do was conjure them up when she wants them back.  I encouraged her to write more in her journal.  At the moment, she uses it as her doodle book complete with made-up stories of her and her friends.

That swing in the photo is the best £10 purchase I’ve ever made in my life.  I bought that swing for T a few months ago and it’s currently her most favourite thing in the world.

When the weather is good, she heads straight down in the garden for a little swing before coming inside the house.

She can spend hours down there just playing on it.  Swinging on it and sometimes I’ve seen her just sitting there peacefully with her own little thoughts.  It is a lovely sight.

And then there are times when she’d ask us to push her up higher and higher.  The air will be filled with her laughter and giggles and me telling her to hold on tight as she’d go up, up and away.

For me, playing on a swing should be part of every childhood memory.  I have my own.  We lived in the city and didn’t have a swing in the garden.  But I remember swinging in my maternal grandmother’s garden in the country, up, up and higher.  It’s a lovely memory.  And I’m really pleased too that T is making her own memories of playing in a swing down in the garden.

Do you remember your childhood?

 

All About Halloween

The first time I carved a pumpkin with T, I did it the “right” way.  Not that there’s a wrong way of doing it.  What I meant was, I actually googled and downloaded a template for the faces.  I don’t bother anymore.  I just ask T to draw on the pumpkin and then I try to carve a face from her drawing.

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When she’s done.  I chop the top off so she could get all the gooey stuff out.

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When she was younger, this part of the activity used to bore her.  She’d stick her hands in, get a few gooey bits out and declare herself done.  This year though, she persevered till she got everything out.

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When she was done.  I asked her to go and watch television while I did the carving.  Sharp knives and little ons make me nervous.  I called her back in the kitchen when all faces were done and she was pleased with our work.  We called the Historian down and dubbed the pumpkins little versions of us.

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As soon as it got darker, she switched on her pumpkin lanterns and skull fairy lights and asked that we light the tea-candles inside the carved pumpkin family.

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Not bad looking eh? 😉

As mentioned in a previous post, she dressed as La Muerte from the Book of Life in her Halloween disco.  She’s invited to a birthday/halloween party tonight and tomorrow and is planning to wear the same costume.  This girl has a maddening social life!

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Here’s hoping our face-pain stash will last.
Have a lovely weekend folks!
The Reading Residence

A Country Kid’s Post: Autumn Fun in the Garden

Our garden is carpeted in leaves.  We had absolutely lovely sunshine weather a few days ago, the kind that’s best spent outside, so T and I decided to hunt for a rake and do a little bit of tidying up in our lawn.

We couldn’t find one, what my husband found instead was his nan’s old small garden pea-rake.  “Yep, that will do!” I said to him as I grabbed it and handed it to little T who seemed really excited about it.  I promised that she could jump up and down in leafy piles after.

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Hard at work with her great-grandmother’s small pea-rake.

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And once she had a good pile of raked-leaves, she decided that it was a great burial ground for her baby.

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 I warned her though that children’s services would take the her baby away if they found out. That stopped her. She took Ella away from the pile and started raking again, till she had a good amount of leaves to jump in.

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Don’t you just love watching them have fun in even the simplest ways?

I do.

PS

My husband is right.  We do need a leaf-vac.

Halloween Disco 2016

I think little T’s obsession with skeletons, skulls and the macabre all began when we first got her The Nightmare before Christmas and Corpses Bride DVDs (both Tim Burton creations), two of her favourite movies of all time.  And then she discovered The Book of Life as mentioned on an old post.  It’s not surprising then that this Halloween, she chose to dress up as La Muerte, the Ruler, also known as the Queen of the Land of the Remembered.

Thanks to Amazon, we found a sugar-skull dress which is close enough(ish) to he dress.  After all, sugar-skulls are known to be used as decorative or even edible skulls used in Mexican celebration of the day of the dead.

I also had to google and search for tutorials that would teach me how to paint T’s face as La Muerte.  I’m not artist.  I can only draw stick figures and can barely paint anything that will resemble a work of art, unless we’re talking about abstracts.  I also had to make do with the colours we had from the face-paint I bought last week.

It was a difficult one, especially with a fidgety and impatient child.  But at least, I tried.

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Lesson learned:  Take photo of child right after face has been painted.  I think this was about 30 mins or so after I’ve done up her face and somehow she managed to smudge most of it.  It’s not that bad, is it?

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Of course, by the time the school disco was over, there was hardly any face paint left apart from the blue-paint which took ages to remove.  She’s invited to a birthday/Halloween party on Friday and of course, she’ll want her face painted again, not to mention, on All Hallow’s Eve itself.  I wonder if we’ll have enough face paint to last us till then?

Life with kids eh?

A Country Kid’s Post: Rugby Fun

I’m not a sporty person.  I can swim but I’m not a strong swimmer.  I can ride a bike, but won’t win any race.  I know some of you may think, it’s not too late to try.  But if I’m honest, I might just give this one a miss.  I’d rather cheer the others from the sideline, or maybe wait from the comforts of a lovely nice pub.

My husband on the other hand, while he claims not to be good in sports, does gig-rowing (although admittedly doesn’t have time to do it anymore), is a good swimmer, used to fence at Uni, played football and cricket when he was younger, so I guess it’s safe to say T got her interests in sports from him.

At the moment, she goes to gymnastics and swimming class.  We were pleased though when she signed up for a rugby game in another school.  They are actually lucky to have a teacher who happened to be an ex football player, so it’s not surprising that he pushes his students to do well in sports (among other things of course).

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Mr. R was very pleased with his kids, especially when a local rugby coach announced that they were the best team there.

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Apparently, little T was really fast, but refused to tackle.  I laughed when this was reported back to me.  But Mr. R plans to start a football team and include the year 2s.  I don’t know what it’s like in other schools, but while the boys can join the football team young, the girls on the other hand have to be older than T.  I know, it’s so unfair isn’t it?  As parents of a younger girl, we were really happy when he said that he will start them this year.  He wants T in his team 🙂

What about you?

Are you into sports?

A Country Kid’s Post: Creating Childhood Memories

We used to live in a terraced house in a little village by the sea.  While it was quiet and lovely there, where everyone knew each other, whose kid belonged to whom that sort, I didn’t allow little T play outside.  Older kids played outside by our parking lot that was never full.  While it was safe, I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of her playing outside, even though our neighbour’s child “F” who is from T’s school and is even a year younger than her once said to me “I’ll take care of her!”  I actually laughed when he first announced this, looking down at little T’s gallant knight who was (then) barely taller than her.

Not that I didn’t trust him, it was mainly because of the cars.  It wasn’t a busy road, but I did worry about the cars coming and going.

I want little T to have a childhood where she can roam freely without her paranoid mum breathing down her neck and I’m pleased to say that, she has that now.

We didn’t move far from that little village by the sea.  In fact, you could say we’re just down the road and still live by the coast.  We live in a private road where there are only three houses, including the farm that lives further down.

Now you’ll find T going up and down that private road in her scooter, along with Doc bounding up ahead of her.  We also help her practice her bike up and down that road.  In the summer, you’ll seldom find her inside, she’s out there in the garden jumping in her trampoline, playing with her friends.  She’s also gone exploring the country lanes, although she hasn’t done this on her own yet (still too young for that), we do go with her, an excuse to walk the dog, who doesn’t even need walking all the time anymore.  He actually takes himself out any time he wants.

It’s a lovely life, living in the country really.  It’s as if time stands still, and nobody really worries much about tomorrow, after all it’s not here yet, is it?

Do you allow your child to play outside?

It’s All About Little Alice

This week it’s all been about little Alice in Wonderland.   I’m so proud to share that little T played the little Alice in their school play.  If you’re wondering about why “little” Alice – well you know the part where Alice drinks from a bottle and then shrinks and becomes really small?  That’s little T’s role – the mini Alice!

It wasn’t a speaking role though, the Year 6 girl who played “big Alice” did all the dialogue when she was little and it wasn’t a long part either.

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And here’s little Alice going through the small door.

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“Now I don’t think it’s funny.  Now – now I shall never go home!”

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“Oh eat me.  All right.  But goodness knows what this will do!”

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And when she wasn’t little Alice. she played a flower all through out the play, just like the rest of the little ones in reception and year 1.  She was the only one in her class who had a “major” role at the play, never mind if she just played mini-Alice 😉

It may have just been a short role, but my husband and I were so proud of how bravely she stood in front of a big audience.  Yes, this week has all been about Alice.

We were really impressed with all the children, from the little ones to the big ones.  It was a very well rehearsed play.  Well done to the teachers of little T’s school.  It may just be a small village school, but they definitely know how to entertain.

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In other news, T’s last day of school is on Wednesday.  Somehow everyone thought it was going to be today.  Turns out, we were all wrong.  Three more days to go for us and the summer holiday begins!

When is your child’s last day of school?

Or is there a particular time when you really feel that the summer holiday has begun?

Do share.

 “MumofThree

The Reading Residence

Little T’s Busy Days with Bob Bear

We have a very important visitor this week.  His name is Bob Bear, from T’s school.  Yes, he is the school mascot and he is here to stay, till the end of the week.

On Friday, he accompanied little T to her gymnastics club for some tumbling around.

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The next morning, little T took Bob Bear to have some brunch at her friend’s cafe.

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Apparently, Bob Bear ate all of his waffles up and wanted more.

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When they came home, Bob Bear helped little T mow the lawn.

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Then I sent them both out to walk the dog.

By the afternoon, Bob Bear was exhausted.  He told T that he didn’t expect that he would be doing chores since he was a guest. I told him that everyone in our house helps with the chores including very important guests.  I don’t think Bob Bear will want to visit us again.

 Does your kids help with the chores at home?

Do share.

Mummy Magic: A Mother’s Day Post

Does anyone remember this advert of a mum walking with her daughter?  I think it was a bank advertisement.  The mum would pay for everything using her phone, which made the child think that her mum has magic.

I was that kid.

When I was a child, I believed my mum had magic too.  She had this magical ability of making all my worries and hurts disappear.  As a mother of a young child now, I believe I have that magic too.  I think this mummy magic is passed on from mother to daughter, over one generation after another.

Like all children, little T believes that my kisses are magic.  If she hurts herself, any bit of her body, be it her thumb, her elbow, her knee, she’d offer it up to me, or I’d bend down and kiss it and just like magic, she’d stop sniffling.  In her heart she thinks that her mummy’s kisses has made them better.

She cries for me in her sleep, and just like magic, as soon as I touch her forehead, she calms down, turns around and falls back to sleep again.

Of course there are days when I think my mummy magic is fading.  After all, she is five now.  But she hasn’t said anything to me.  I think she still believes in it just as she believes in Father Christmas or the tooth fairy.

And I also know that the time will come when T will discover that of course just like Santa, mummy has no magic and that her father and I both have feet of clay, but at the moment though I’m revelling on the high this “mummy magic” gives me because I know it won’t last.

It isn’t Mother’s Day yet,  but I try not to blog on Sundays and I also know that most of  you will probably have plans, so I’m going to greet you all lovely Mothers out there a Happy Mother’s Day!  And a reminder to all of you, to all of us, that we are doing a grand job! 🙂  Now let’s pat each other on the back, pass the bubbly and say cheers!

My word of the week is Mother’s Day.

Does your children believe you have mummy magic too?

Do you have any lovely plans for Mother’s Day?

Do share.

The Reading Residence

A Walk through Wilsey Woods

It’s easy to miss Wilsey Woods.  If you’re on your way to spend a holiday in Cornwall and you’re racing down the A395 from Launceston after a long gruelling travel on the M5 or A30, and you can’t wait to get into your holiday home or rental cottage in Polzeath, chances are, you’ll never even notice driving past this little patch of Forest.

We’ve lived in our little village by the sea for the past eight years and I’m embarrassed to say that we’ve never visited, in spite it being a mere ten-minute drive from where we live.  Not that we don’t notice it, I see it all the time. But our tendency is to go to Minster Woods located within our vicinity, or head off somewhere further away for a day-trip out.

However last Saturday, our little family, did just that.  We finally headed to Wilsey Woods.

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We were surprised to see the gate obviously rammed in by a vehicle.  Debris of the gate was left on the ground, with nails exposed which can damage wheels or heaven-forbid injure a person.  The historian cleared the mess as much as he can, getting rid especially of the wood with exposed nails.

There isn’t any parking around, I’m afraid, you’ll have to park along the entrance and make sure that you don’t block the drive-way.

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We didn’t know what to expect, or more like, we weren’t really expecting anything.  We just wanted to go out and walk Doc in a different place and this little woodland was always in our radar, but just one of those places, you always plan to go to, but never really get around to doing it till now.

wilseywoods2_littlesteps At first, little T wasn’t impressed at all and was turning into her annoying version of a teen-ager.  You know that, “I-hate-everything-or-everything-is-boring” attitude.  Yep, that one.

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And then the husband and I spotted a make-shift-forest-den.  To me it looked like a scene from my childhood where my cousins and I would try to make a house in our grandmother’s garden with any material we could get our hands on.  This looked magical to me.  This is what childhood is all about.  This of course, quickly piqued little T’s interest too.

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And of course, Doc was busy doing his own thing.

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The sulking teenager was gone and I had my inquisitive, excitable little T back happy to go exploring with me.

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We looked at trees that were lying on the forest ground.

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We checked out the moss covering the ground like carpet.

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And of course, even her Dad had to help in the making of Anna’s forest den.

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I think Ana looks rather pleased with her den.

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By this time, the sky turned greyer and we decided that it was time to do more exploring before the rain came back.

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We kept moving, and little T kept exploring …

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Up the muddy walk …

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with Doc.

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We never got around to exploring more because the sky turned greyer, it was best to head back to the car before the downpour began.

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What about you?  Is there a place nearby where you’ve been meaning to visit, but never get around to doing it no matter how close the place is to where you live?