Wow. I’m amazed that it has been a whole month since I put up my first Live In The Now post. For those that missed my May ramblings, the premise is that you try and take a monthly snapshot of your life, and capture some of the details that you don’t take the time to record in photograph albums or baby books. It’s something that the excellent Scribbling Mum started, and if you haven’t checked her blog out I’d urge you to do so.
Anyway, it has been one of those weeks. DorkyDad is travelling, and within five minutes of him getting in a taxi to the airport I’d managed to drop a two-litre carton of milk on the kitchen floor. DorkySon was supposed to be getting a haircut – something that has previously been no problem – but on this occasion he had a meltdown and refused to let anyone near him. In the queue at the bank, DorkySon stuck his fingers so far down his own throat that he threw up all over himself. And today we walked past a toy shop without going in and buying a new truck and so I was rewarded with twenty minutes of screaming around the supermarket, before DorkySon slammed his legs against the checkout counter with such strength that he flipped his pushchair right over and ended up staring at the ceiling. The shock of that, finally, made him shush.
Phew. I feel like the gin and tonic I am sitting sipping has been well earned.
As always, though, there have been many funny, loving and colourful moments to compensate for the tantrums. We hosted a birthday party for a good friend, N, and let DorkySon choose his present… so N ended up with a toy car for his 30th (not just any toy car, but a pink Lotus…). On a similar note, we decided to let DorkySon choose his own new shoes, and as soon as the sales assistant brought out a blue pair, a brown pair, and a red pair, we knew we’d be taking home the red ones. He is proud of himself for plucking up the courage to go down the slide on his belly, but he is still talking about how much the siren on a police van scared him. He has a hissy fit if I start to unload the dishwasher or unpack the shopping without asking him to help me, but can I persuade him to tidy up his trucks…? He is downright resistant to using his potty, but would happily stand all day putting pieces of loo roll down the toilet and flushing them away. He knows what he likes, and knows what he doesn’t. I have never met anyone as comfortable in his own skin as DorkySon.
Scribbling Mum mentioned that one of her little ones is picking up a lot of family phrases that are making everyone laugh, and on a similar theme I dedicated a whole post to DorkySon’s language explosion, which is ongoing. He too is parroting back phrases that we use a lot without even realising: “Okay, let’s go!” “Good job, DorkySon!” “Goodbye – see you later!”
Following a second, successful, attempt at a haircut, he has picked up the phrase “make me feel better”… He got some hair in his mouth, so I gave him a sip of juice, saying it would “make him feel better”. Then he spotted some crisps in my handbag, and said “crisps make me feel better too”. Now he has added the phrase to his repertoire of bedtime time-wasting activities. It used to be the case that I needed to tuck his toes in, or give him a sip of water, now he says, “DorkySon doesn’t sleep. Chocolate milk, ice cream, crisps all make him feel better.” He is getting far too clever for his own good.
This month has also seen DorkySon using the word ‘love’ for the first time. He has ‘I love DorkyDad, DorkyMum and DorkyGranny’ all down perfectly. When I go in every morning he tells me that Binky has a hole in him ‘because I’ve loved him so much.” Ahh, Binky – he deserves an entire post to himself sometime – but he is the DorkyFamily equivalent of Scribbling Mum’s Stinky Rabbit. Unfortunately he has also taken to wandering around the house shouting ‘I love butt” and “I love poop”. I figure that like most other unappealing habits, that one is best ignored.
In other areas of life, we have had an exciting time. I had my first feature published in the Guardian (whoop! I will never get tired of saying that!). As a result of that, we had a few days fending off calls and emails from the tabloid press, who wanted to re-run it, but we said no. I am so very, very tempted to write an article myself though, detailing my life as seen by the redtops. DorkyDad went to Paris to compete in the Slam Poetry World Cup. And now we are gearing up for the Edinburgh Festival; I’m going to be writing about it and DorkyDad is going to be performing in it.
I have learnt so much about blogging in the one month I’ve been doing it – not least how many other people are doing it. I am deeply grateful for the people who have taken the time to read and comment on DorkyMum. I am starting to understand that there is a real community out there, and no matter what kind of week I’ve had, there will be other parents out there who have been through something similar and will lend an ear or make a kind comment.
So, if anyone has any tips about how to avoid supermarket tantrums and bank queue pukes, I’d be very grateful. But not a word about DorkySon’s red shoes – they are perfect for him, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Photo by Nitish Meena on Unsplash
A month? You’ve only been blogging a month??? But, I thought you were one of the established greats, not a newbie?? *checks archives* Well your blog is just brilliant and I really didn’t realise you had only been going a month.
This post made me laugh, but maybe not at the right time – the pushchair-flipping incident nearly made me choke with laughter!
And as for the red shoes, well, they sound just fab x
You’re a doll, thanks. Nope, I’m not established at all – just gobby, maybe?! – check out that Tots 100 badge on the right that has me low down in the hundreds somewhere! It’s the second time DorkySon has pushchair flipped in the same shop – the first time DorkyDad was there too and creased up in the corner while I got a telling off from the checkout woman for overloading the pram. I think by tomorrow I’ll be laughing at it too, but when you’re in the middle of yummymummyville with a screaming child you just want to get out of there asap!
Great – I love it. Reminds me so much of when me wee one was younger, not that she doesn’t have the odd hissy fit now. Supermarkets. I always made sure to stop, kneel down and look Milla in the eyes and tell her that if she behaved well, which means doing what Mummy asks and not running away, she good get a ride on those weird small rides for kids once we finished. And I then made her repeat back to me exactly what I said. Might not work, but worth a try.
You know, its only recently I’ve realised that your wee one isn’t the same age as mine – for some reason I had them pegged as similar ages, and I was getting very intimidated reading your FB updates and thinking about how eloquent she was! I like your advice – no rides in our shop unfortunately, but I’ve found that removing DorkySon from the ‘crime scene’ and giving him time and space to chill out, crouching down to his level, and talking calmly, has helped to some extent.
Hahahaha. Never get tired of reading your writing. Love it – and DorkySon sounds like my kinda kid.
Sounds like a highly intelligent toddler. Good for him x
He is certainly a big character – he inherited DorkyDad’s impatience and my stubborness, which is a fiery combination! Thanks for reading and commenting! X
I love your accounts of DorkySon. I hope it’s okay – I mentioned that in my most recent blog post (at http://somesomeandsome.blogspot.com/2011/06/seven-randoms-blog-posts-ive-enjoyed.html) and linked to your blog. Please let me know if you’re not happy with that. Hope you have a good weekend!
Thanks so much Becky, that’s really kind of you! Appreciate the comment and the link 🙂 have a fab weekend yourself xxx
Man, what a month! Huge congratulations on the Guardian article, I am very envious, that’s BRILLIANT!
But I just can’t shake the image of DS dandering around saying ‘I love butt’ 😉
We should really grab a real-life coffee shouldn’t we? DM me on twitter if you fancy it, could pop up to Edinburgh and say hi.
Ace – I’ll drop you a message. We’re away on hols soon, but maybe July sometime? Hopefully by then ‘I love butt’ will have fallen out of favour… and maybe we’ll even have some sunshine!
I LOVE ‘I love butt’! DS has a severe language delay so can’t say ‘I love’ out loud but he signs it as part of his goodnight/good bye ritual and it always melts my heart.
I’m onto child number 4 so it’s been years since I took a child into a supermarket (Ocado is your friend) but I still feel embarrassed when I think about a creme egg shoplifting incident in a Morrisons when DD1 was still able to be confined to her MacLarens.
I’ve just read your Guardian article. It’s very good.
Thanks for your kind words. And for sharing the story of the shoplifted Creme Egg – that’s awesome – made me laugh out loud!
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