First Days of Summer – Photo Diary

I’m not gonna lie, this week over in mamaland has been hard – Tom Hardy/Vinnie Jones/the heels of my feet pre-pedi kinda hard! With a 12 month old cutting his first molars and a desire to get out in a currently not-quite-toddler safe garden (pre-extension) there’s been a lot of whinging, tantrums, tears and mud coated snot.

This week saw the first day in Casper’s 12 months when I watched the clock for bedtime. I filled with resentment every second that passed beyond 6:15pm when Mr Only Girl didn’t walk through the door in order for me to pass responsibility of small person for a molar-induced-whinge free 5 minutes. So, in the sickeningly positive spirit that everyday starts anew, what do you do when life throws you a shit day with a baby on board? Go out! Go out anywhere, just get out! Things are ultimately better when doused in sunshine – this apparently goes for teething bubbas too, as smiles, giggles and eating resumed in the great outdoors.

It doesn’t take a kaleidascopic imagination to please a little person – a duck pond, a park and his favourite ball are sufficient entertainment to ensure sore gums are forgotten and mummy’s sanity is kept in tact. And who knew, apparently swans quite like stale chilli tortillas…

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys. Feeding the swans and getting out with a toddler

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys. Feeding the swans and getting out with a toddler

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys.

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys. Feeding the swans and getting out with a toddler

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys.

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys.

If it’s a particularly crap day on the mother-front then quite often the hardest part, especially in the nicer weather, is when the big boys come home from school. It’s all fun and games for the first 20 minutes – they play with Casper in the garden, kicking footballs and bouncing on the trampoline and then – meltdown! The big boys don’t want to play babysitter anymore, they want to back flip and wrestle on the trampoline whilst smashing the ball at high speed against our poor fence – not conducive to a small person’s presence. This is what I call the Gooch of the Day, it’s like the purgatory of motherhood – everyone’s home, they’re all hungry and they all want entertaining. Best remedy for the Gooch? Same as a teething toddler – get ’em out!

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys. Get them to the beach!

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys. Get them to the beach!

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys. Get them to the beach!

The Only Girl in the House Blog, First Days of Summer 2016 Photo Diary of a life with boys. Get them to the beach!

Oh and whilst I’m here, if you fancy giving this knackered mum a night out in a grown-up outfit, please head over to the fabulous Britmums Brilliance in Blogging Awards and vote for me in the Fresh Voice Category – it’s make my bloody year to be a finalist! Ta muchly x

 

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