Category: Sophie

When the kids are always (sometimes) right

Sophie LOVES to dance! She doesn’t walk from room to room she jetes, leaps and twirls, narrowly escaping the impaling of door handles and table corners, or tripping over Olly’s wheels.   When she was three years old a day wouldn’t go by without seeing her in her Queen Elsa dress and playing ‘Let it…

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Is there any escape?

Every Wednesday we drive past the new McDonalds in Morecaster. Sophie has never been to McDonalds before which is quite an achievement for an almost 7 year old who has spent her entire life living less than 100 metres from Morecaster’s ‘Old’ McDonalds (pun intended.) Obviously the absence of this fast food international super power…

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Timescale according to a five year old – Part 2

  “I like eating rice, Mummy, just like Chinese people. Don’t I?” “Yes, Darling.” “You know, Mummy, we could go to China.” “Maybe one day. That would be fun.” “Let’s go tomorrow!”   *************************************************************************************************************************   Knowing how much she loves birthdays I said, “Did you know it’s the Queen’s birthday today!” Sophie, eating her Cheerios,…

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Timescale according to a five year old – Part 1

  “Do you remember, Mummy, when I was a baby and I ate pink fish (salmon) for the first time and I really liked it?” “Do you mean last week, Darling? When you were five like you still are now?” “……Hmmm, yes.”   ****************************************************************************************************   “Daddy! Come and play in the balloon room!” “The balloon…

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Why don’t teenagers come with a manual?

On my living room floor, there is a pile of roasted and salted peanuts. Looking a little more closely I can see some cashew nuts too. It’s quite a heaped pile. A bowlful I’d say. What they’re doing on the living room carpet just underneath the bay fronted window, I have no idea. They’ve been…

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When museums are TOO educational

“Mummy, I want to see a skeleton!” We were in the Natural History Museum in London, having a weekend break in the capital city. We’d just been round the entire Dinosaur section in the ‘Blue Zone’ working our way through billions of years of history at a hundred miles an hour – five year old…

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Wash and flush… it’s not always a good idea

“Have you washed your hands?!” “Have you flushed?!” Two questions that are constantly spouting from my mouth because nine times out of ten she hasn’t done either of these things, and with the toilet being downstairs she hasn’t got far to go to rectify these things. (Even if it means all she’s doing is turning the tap…

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Signs that your Pre-Schooler is overly tired

“Mummy, when I was a little girl…”   “Mummy, remember when I was in your tummy…”   “Mummy, when I was a baby…”   This is how my five year old begins almost all of her sentences. Most of the time the rest of the sentence is made up from her own imagination….   “Mummy,…

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How to react when your five year old uses the ‘C’ word.

My five year old daughter has just said the word ‘Shite!’ She’s looking extremely proud of herself: face beaming, pigtails bouncing as she shovels her favourite pizza and chips into her mouth whilst kneeling up to the kitchen table on the tallest dining room chair that we own and sitting right next to her, clearly…

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