Growing up I always heard old ladies say things like, be good to your parents because everything you do to them, your kids will do double to you… I THINK THE MIGHT HAVE BEEN RIGHT!!!

I’m raising a mini me and apparently  I can be quite a pain…

– Growing up I hated going to school I used to hide when the school transport arrived, I once jumped out of the combi and hid in a tree…I did not want to go and guess what…
* Aidan acts like I’m taking him to a concentration camp every morning, this morning in particular, he kept unpacking his bag to buy time and then took off his shoes and hid them… I’m tired just thinking about his antics

Totally into career day at school , totally

– I never ate, I just didn’t have an appetite, I remember my parents being concerned and taking me to a doctor who gave me meds to make me want to eat, but no such luck, why couldn’t they just let me live on toast and fruit I wondered until my late teens when I discovered burgers (and a big bum)
* Fast forward 20+ years and my son’s supper last night consisted of a apple, two crackers with cheese spread and half a glass of veggie juice. The scariest part is that this is actually a good day…all in all for the day he had that plus, yogurt, dry cereal and popcorn oh and a dried fruit stick – I’ve tried everything dietician, nutritionist, paediatrician…I finally understand the look  of joy in my moms face when I finished a miniscule little plate of food

These chips are dirty (spices) and hot, I only eat clean cold parts okay – uhm whatever just eat child

– “Just let someone help you” I heard this phrase so many times…. But I was always so committed to doing things myself, even after I met Robin he had to sit me down and tell me to, “please in the name of all that is good and merciful let me  at the very least help carry the groceries” (I think it might have something to do with the fact that I have always looked so young I just wanted people to take me seriously)
* Aidy make , Aidy do, Aidy can – That is what you hear coming from my 25 month old every single day! it is so exhausting honestly!!! I love him to bits but I can see 30min in with a pants leg on his arm that he  needs a little help but noooooooooooooooooooooooooo.  I just don’t have the time needed to have a toddler, bath himself, dress himself, make his own food, fill his bottle….*yawn* oh look I aged another million years

Needs to make his own after school snack or we just don’t eat at all

– I talk a lot, I think I’m mostly described as that chatty short girl with the big bush of hair (some include chubby, some can bite me) I have loads to say, that’s why I started the blog now sit there and let me ramble on 😉
* Aidan is never quiet especially at night, you can’t even tell the kid a bed time story without him interjecting with ideas and plot twists and his feelings about goldilocks being naughty and asking why Jack from jack and the beanstalk gets to throw food on the ground and he doesn’t…

retelling the story as I go along

Wish me luck because as memory serves, I was also lazy to clean my room, hardly slept and back chatted lots…