Showing posts with label Toddler Things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toddler Things. Show all posts

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Toddler Favorites


I don't know about other toddlers, but my one definitively prefers her plate to be organized and her food to be separated. Like; in this case, the fishcakes can not touch the ketchup - until she herself dips it in. The vegetables cannot touch any of the other bits either. And if we are having pasta and sauce, the sauce and the pasta must also never meet until Nahla actually makes them herself. Enter this genius plate this clever mama bought in Paris last weekend. I love when things make me and Nahla equally happy - like here; I am happy because she will actually eat this whole meal - and she is happy because she, the little control-freak-in-the-making, can do so with her food still clean and pure from one another! Score!

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Think Pink



Today Nahla and Mummy went shopping for some new play-school gear for Nahla. First of all, a rucksack was much needed, and after stumbling across a vast amount of them, from H&M to M&S, that all had that annoying oh-my-God-think-of-a-new-cartoon-soon Hello Kitty kitten plastered all over them, we were delighted with the Fjällreven Mini Kanken - in pink off course. And then, jut because this Mummy was on a "I-am-giving-in-to-her-love-of-all-things-pink" day, sure we threw in a pair of pink Converse too, just for good measure! And as Nahla herself declared it: "My favorite color is pink, Mamma. Pink and pink." Uhm, OK, Nahla!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

A Day In The Life...

... of two busy girls on this windy Wednesday:

Nahla started a new creche/Montessori School, and took to it like a duck to water. My little love LOVED her new "school" and did not want to leave when I came to get her. AMAZING. We are happy that this will from now on be her school for 3 days every week. Mummy gets to work during normal daytime hours, and Nahla get to play and learn and have fun. It's a win-win.


The we wrecked the washing machine by doing a white-wash with an added metal tub of Hello Kitty lipgloss. As one does... Note to self: NEVER EVER forget to check the washing machine for funny things that don't belong there before putting on a wash!


Clever Mummy has downloaded some Nahla-friendly book onto her iPod. Which is proving a roaring success.


This fashion-loving mama got to rock her new green favorite skirt, picked up in Zara last week. And also treated herself to a little "I-have-been-wanting-it-forever-and-now-it-was-my-paycheck-gift-from-me-to-me" something from Shopbop. Hint: It is a bag by a certain Mr. Wang...


Post Pre-School Pick-Up Nahla and Mummy treated ourselves to some take-out latte (Mummy) and a pink frosted cupcake (Nahla) before we again headed home to get dinner on the table for Daddy/BF before he returns from work.

Sweet Mid-Week, guys!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Lunch In Town...


... at oh-so-many-memories favorite Italian Ciao Bella Roma, where many a lunch/dinner/cocktail hour was spent when I was a student at Dublin's Griffith College. It made me miss my college friends and amazing girls so much. Bringing Nahla there feels amazing and weird, like things are coming full circle. Like I am realizing that no matter how Norwegian I am, I have spent so much of my adult life in Dublin and Ireland that I really feel like I am a native here too. Like the years just fly by so quickly, and that one minute you are sipping wine and moaning about essay deadlines and day-dreaming about hot lecturers, the next you are breaking garlic ciabatta into mini-bites and wipes 7-Up and snot of your jeans in the company of your toddler girl. Crazy. And amazing.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

How The French Do It Better


Having read this review of Pamela Druckerman's book Bringing Up Bebe over on iVillage earlier today, I am even more in awe of the fabulous french. Here is a summary of how they tackle child rearing a la France:

"Forget the Chinese Tiger mom. French moms are the ones we're supposed to watch when it comes to parenting, according to the newest literary guilt trip, Bringing Up Bebe, by Pamela Druckerman, an American raising her three children in Paris. Druckerman penned the book after observing French kids' alarmingly consistent good behavior in comparison to her own substandard American specimens. Here, 10 things we should learn from French moms, according to Druckerman's book.

1. Relax. From the moment American mothers get the positive pregnancy test, there’s a pressure to be perfect. The French apparently believe it’ll all be fine so they don’t stress about the soft cheese they downed while pregnant and don't try to teach their eight-month-old Mandarin.

2. Practice “La Pause.” French mamans and papas don't walk through the early weeks and months of life in a sleep-induced haze, according to Druckerman, because they practice “La Pause” when their babies are as young as a few weeks old. If their enfant wails at night, French parents wait five minutes before rushing to the bassinet so that infants learn to self-soothe, which helps them learn to sleep through the night. Science backs this up, according to the book: In an American Academy of Sleep Medicine report, one study gave some mothers instructions about concepts like “la pause,” while others were given no sleep instructions. At eight weeks old, all of the babies whose parents received instructions slept through the night, while only 23 percent of the other babies did.

3. Chuck the Cheerios. French kids are great at sitting for long stretches at mealtime. Why? Druckerman claims that the French don’t stuff their kids full of Cheerios or Goldfish every time they whine. Endless snacking doesn’t happen there and mealtimes are on a regular schedule, so kids sit still during dinner because they're actually hungry.

4. Embrace frustration. There's a a premium on the concept of waiting in France, says Druckerman. French moms and dads avoid instant gratification and try to teach kids to deal with frustration. To back this up, she interviewed Walter Mischel, the man behind the infamous 1960s "marshmallow test," which examined how long children could delay gratification when a marshmallow was put in front of them. The kids who were able to resist as four-year-olds scored higher in skills like concentration and reading as teenagers.

5. Bake a cake. The French are known for their cuisine, but when it comes to child-rearing, Druckerman argues that "baking doesn’t just yield a lot of treats, it teaches kids how to control themselves." Measuring ingredients and waiting while the treat cooks teaches even very young children how to be patient for a reward.
6. Skip your daycare guilt. Americans often expend a lot of guilt when it comes to sending their children to daycare. In contrast, the French typically think that state-run daycare, called the crèche, is the best option for their child.

7. Focus on yourself. French moms don’t spend every waking moment in service of their children, says Druckerman. They don’t beat themselves up if they quit nursing after three months and getting their bodies back into pre-baby shape is considered a priority, not an indulgence. Most college-educated women return to the workforce.

8. Stand back. American parents often push their kids to excel -- and compete -- from an early age. Instead, the French head to the playground and let their kids play on their own while they sit on a bench. Their weekends are conspicuously activity-free and kids are forced to use their imaginations in free play.

9. Offer new foods at least twenty times. French parents don’t give up if their child rejects a food once or twice, but continue to serve up the same food 20 times or more (and try preparing it different ways) without offering another food as a replacement. As a result, "kids menus" at French restaurants rarely exist. This approach cuts down on childhood obesity rates, Druckerman says, pointing to studies that show 3.1 percent of French five- and six-year-olds are obese, versus 10.4 percent of American kids between ages 2 and 5.

10. Be the boss. It's okay to instill a bit of fear in your children, according to French moms -- it gets them to behave. Issue your ‘no’ commandingly, and don’t back down. Presenting yourself as a non-negotiating authority figure early on will get your kids to behave -- vite!"

Here is one book this maman will be ordering!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Talking Tot



Nahla, to those who haven't met her, talks A LOT. To those that know me personally, this is not really all that shocking - as I am not exactly lost for words either - putting it mildly. But still, my little clever cookie talks so much, and in two languages, that when we meet new people, they tend to be a little shocked that she has only just turned two.

Like when we went for a tour of her new pre-school recently and she turned around and told the lady that the boys and girls had painted on the walls, and that she liked to paint too. In english. And then turned to me and said, in norwegian, that she did not want to go home just now, and that we could make dinner later, because she wanted to stay and paint with the boys and girls.

Or the other day, when I told her off for trying to knock down my in-the-process-of-being-put-together new Ikea shelves, as she was about to take a hammer to them (don't ask!), and where she quickly turned around and told her daddy that Mummy had given out to her unfairly, because she had already put the hammer down when I raised my voice. Phew! It makes me wonder about what on earth it will be like debating with her in a year's time??

Or, like these classic examples:

Daddy: "Nahla, eat some of your lovely Christmas trees now with you chicken."
Nahla: "Daddy, are those broccoli? They are not Christmas trees. Silly daddy! (and laughs at me)

Or:

Mummy: "Nahla, look at that cute wow-wow, isn't he very big?"
Nahla: "Yep, Mummy, that dog is very very big."


Or at night, when we secretly listen to her babbling away to herself in her cot through the Angelcare monitor and are in stitches laughing at stuff she comes out with.

I always knew that I wanted to be a mum someday, but I sure did not comprehend how much fun it would be - or that we would laugh till we hurt almost every day - which we do. Motherhood ROCKS!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Potty Training Step One...


.. is getting her to lug her own diapers around the supermarket - that ought to make her want to give them up, no?!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Motherhood...




... means accepting the fact that your house will not look like a scene from an Elle Decoration shoot again... At least not till after 8 PM...

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Today's Impulse Buy...


... just because I was feeling red. Although as of yet, Mummy's hands are still bare, but Nahla is rocking a killer Chanel manicure! Go figure!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Is It Shocking...




... that the money we have spent on this very little carousel over the last month, could probably have paid for a new pair of jeans? Or a dinner out? A salon blow-dry? 17 lattes? No? Ok, then.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Talks And Trucks


You know you're a mum when your handbag is constantly stuffed with stuff that does not really belong in handsbags...

Monday, January 9, 2012

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Where Ends Don't Meet




Nahla has a newfound love of trains. So much so, in fact, that a lot of the other very pink, very girly stuff she got, both for Christmas and her birthday are getting slightly ignored. The problem, however, is that Mummy SUCKS at getting the train-tracks to meet up. Seriously, it's lucky I never decided to go into engineering! So, much as I think mummies are super-human and can manage almost everything on their own, sometimes daddies do come in useful. Like in the case of the tricky train-tracks. And when spiders hide in the bathroom laundry basket. And when require-battery-toys strangly just stop working and minis are having meltdowns. Come to think of it, daddies can be pretty handy to have around...

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Art Factory



Nahla has discovered painting. Which, you know, in some ways are great. I love the fact that she dabbles in all things creative and artistic, bless her little socks. And as her mother I totally think it is the cutest thing ever when she sits in her high chair, bent over her latest creation, little tongue eagerly sticking out of her mouth.

But, you see, it ain't all cute, Especially after I discovered paint on her brand new Odd Molly dress. Paint on the rug. Paint on Igglepiggle. Paint in her hair. (Note: This would not be such a disaster had it not been for the fact that Nahla HATES washing her hair. I mean; HATE. It sounds like she is being murdered slowly whenever I try to as-carefully-as-possible rinse out the ultra-mega-mild shampoo. No more tears my backside!) I can go on: Paint on our vintage and oh-so-beautiful old dining table. Paint on the side of the washing machine (a mystery, I know!)

And so yeah; as a mother I clearly think my little artist is the most talented thing to ever have come out of preschool. Goes without saying. On the other hand, my slightly obsessive compulsive side, who NEEDS to have a home that looks like it is about to grace the pages of Elle Decoration, is a tad more apprehensive. As one would understand. It was the smear of bright red (why, oh why did I let her paint with such an unforgiving colour?!) paint on my new Filippa K boots that did tipped me over the edge, I think. From now on, any painting done in this household will happen prison-style under extreme supervision...

Friday, November 25, 2011

iBaby!






I know it is almost a year since I first got my iPhone (Note: I have been an Apple girl for years, having long since fallen in love with MacBooks!), but it seems the amazing-ness of this little gadet just doesn't stop to amaze me.

I mean; Hello! What did people do before iPhones?! My most recent discovery (and AppStore purchase, off course), is the amazing Baby Monitor & Alarm app. Why, oh why did I not know of this before?! This is such a clever thing to have at your disposal, they really should inform you about it before you even leave the delivery ward!

In short; this app works just like a normal baby monitor, only way cooler off course. Steve Jobs, your legacy is pure awesome-ness! The idea is that you leave your phone in the room where your baby is sleeping. Monitor on. Then if baby cries. or stirs. Or, more like Nahla these days, tries to climb out of her cot and get up to all sorts, the über clever app calls a pre-programmed phone-number and let's you know something is up wih baby! How amazing is that?!

There are other cool features too, like the way you can record a lulluby that will go off to try and lull baby back to sleep before it rings the other phone. And you can off course customize the settings so that the alarm goes off at either 5, 10, 15 or 20 seconds of noise in the room.

Oh, and if your singing is less than calming, sure you can just have it play a pre-set song from your iTunes library! This app is so clever you would think it has children itself!

A must for mummies, now go download!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Gingerbread Cookies...




... are in. Clean kitchens are out! It was messy, sticky and hectic this baking with a toddler business - but oh so yummy and fun!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

My Little Magic Fairy...


... has in love with this horrific sparkly gymnastic suit she and her beloved Bestemor (granny) picked up on a little H&M outing over the week. And now wants to wear it ALL THE TIME. Uh-oh. I fear a mother-daughter fashion clash coming on...

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