When did Easter become another mummy contest?

Sonny Jim, rabbit, Easter, Katy Pearson

Giant bunny: You take your eye off your toddler for two seconds

Let me preface this by affirming the fact that I am no grinch.

I knocked out a fireplace in Sonny Jim’s nursery when I was six months pregnant, mainly because I loved the thought of my child at Christmas having his own chimney for Santa to come down.

Any excuse to drink Prosecco and giggle and I’m there. And I love a cake, a balloon and bunting more than I probably should in my, ahem, mid thirties.

But when did Easter become such a production?!

As the daughter and sister-in-law of priests, I’m not talking about those celebrating their faith.

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It’s the moments, not the milestones I want to remember

Sonny Jim, Katy Pearson, toddler

The moments matter: Sonny Jim is two!

SONNY Jim was two yesterday. TWO.

And while he is (pretty much) hitting all the necessary milestones… walking, talking (though not as much as some, admittedly, one of his pals can count to ten!) building towers, using a spoon and so forth, these “achievements” are not the things I want to remember forever.

When he’s grown and busy building a life of his own, I don’t want to forget the fact he was once obsessed with his breakfast bowl. That he’d walk around the kitchen with it for about five minutes before you put his cereal in it. And then when it was being washed up that he said, “bowl bowl gone!” and “bye-bye bowl bowl” when you put it in the cupboard.

I don’t want to forget that he loved balls, or ANYTHING that he could “roll-roll-roll”. Or the way he would say, “oh dear.”

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Reasons my child has cried this week…

Sonny Jim, Katy Pearson, tantrum, #whatkatydidUK

Post-tantrum: Sad times

It’s Sonny Jim’s birthday next week… but he’s made a bit of an early start on the terrible twos.

The tantrums and the oh-so-dramatic tears would actually be pretty funny if, a) they weren’t so loud and b) it wasn’t my child doing it.

I know I’m not the only mama who is trying to navigate their way through their days without triggering a scene that would leave the Hunk looking like a calm and rational being.

So, in the spirit of solidarity, here are some of the reasons my child has cried this week…

    • The washing machine stopped
    • I wouldn’t turn the street lights on
    • I gave him his lunch (he wanted his lunch)
    • I didn’t let him stand in dog poo
    • The washing basket didn’t fit in the washing machine

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Us mums are tired because we can never switch off

Sonny Jim, Katy Pearson, #whatkatydidUK

Non-stop: My little toddler whirlwind

“You look tired?”
“I’m a mum, I’m pretty sure that’s just how I look now…”

So, the internet meme goes. And so say mothers everywhere.

But with Sonny Jim sleeping sooo much better (touch wood!) I’ve found myself wondering just why I’m so blooming tired all the time. Still.

And then, the fact I had to stop wondering about it because the toddler was about to attempt a backflip off the sofa, kind of gave me my answer.

Us mums are so tired because we can never switch off.

When we’re with our kids we’re in a constant state of high awareness.

Even when they and we are asleep, we’ve still got an ear out.

And our brains are constantly playing keep up with a never-ending checklist and to do list. Everything that hasn’t been done and everything that needs to be done plays on this loop in our heads. While we’re busy trying to keep no-concept-of-danger tots out of trouble, hold a conversation with friends/family, do actual paid for work. Continue reading

Things not to say to a new mum

Sonny Jim, Katy Pearson, #whatkatydidUK

Newborn days: With my Sonny Jim

FRIENDS of ours have just had twin girls and seeing the pair of them, daughters in arms, and joy positively emanating out of photos, really took me back to Sonny Jim’s newborn days.

In some ways (clichéd as it sounds) it seems forever ago and yet I can’t believe that I have an almost two-year-old.

It got me thinking how it’s really easy to say the wrong thing to a new mum. When you’ve just had a baby, especially your first, the most insignificant observation can seem like a criticism. You’re pretty emotional, you’re SO tired and you’ve, quite frankly, NO idea what you’re doing. So, here’s my list of things you totally should not say to any new mamas in your life…

    • Is he a good baby?
      Well, he killed the cat last night… seriously what does this even mean? They all cry, poo, drink milk and sleep. Some more than others. There are no bad babies.
    • Are you feeding him?
      No, he’s living off air. What this is actually asking, is are you breastfeeding? And, honestly, why do you need to know? I desperately wanted to breastfeed Sonny Jim and he absolutely couldn’t do it. It was a bit rubbish.

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She’s seen me naked… and yet we’re strangers

Sonny Jim, Katy Pearson, #whatkatydidUK

Trolley tot: Sonny Jim

EARLIER this week, I think I was in the same queue in the supermarket as the midwife who delivered Sonny Jim.

She had paid and was gathering up her bags as I wheeled my trolley with toddler aboard into line, so I only caught a glimpse. But it looked like her.

And it was the strangest thing.

For a moment, I was about to rush up to her. To show her how lovely the little boy who she guided into the world was growing up to be. To tell her all about him. To get him to give her one of his high-fives and waving hands.

And then I realised that she would probably have absolutely no idea who we were.

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Beyonce… just another #snackbitch!

HapersBazaar.com, #whatkatydidUK, beyonce

Like a regular mom: A HapersBazaar.com’s report

Me and superstar Beyoncé don’t exactly have much in common.

I mean, she’s an international icon, has sold more than 160 million records, counts the Obamas as personal friends and has been named the most powerful female in entertainment by Forbes – twice.

I’m a WFH mum, from Canvey, who struggles to get my eyeliner flicks to match.

But motherhood unites women in sometimes the strangest of ways.

And on Sunday night, at the Grammy awards, Jay-Z’s wife showed that it actually doesn’t matter how rich and famous you are – to your kids, you’re still just mum.

I can’t explain how much I love the fact that Beyoncé smuggled six-year-old daughter Blue Ivy snacks into the Grammys, in her (very expensive designer) purse. Continue reading