Live In The Now August

Pink blossoms on a blue background with the slogan 'live in the now'

Although Scribbling Mum will no longer be hosting the link-up, I’ve decided to carry on with the tradition she started of doing a monthly Live In The Now post. This is partly a look at what’s to come in August, and partly a reflection on 2011, since we’re now well into the second half of the year.

There is a stack of empty pizza boxes by the front door, that haven’t yet made it out to the recycling bins. Mounds of clean but unfolded laundry are piled high on every available surface. Our plates are shifted from dishwasher, to dinner table, and back to dishwasher again, without ever making it into the cupboards. Welcome to the Edinburgh Festival. Continue reading

The language explosion: Chips Please Mama

Plate of chips (french fries) with a green plastic fork

“Chips please Mama.”

 “No chips tonight, DorkySon.”

 “Chips please Mama.”

 “No chips tonight DorkySon. Get out of the freezer please.”

 Silence….

 “Oooooooh! DorkySon’s fingers stuck in freezer Mama!”

There is something of a language explosion going on over here. I know that all parents must go through this, but I find it amazing that DorkySon, who a few months ago was unable to join more than two words together, is now able to spout complete sentences, and communicate exactly what he wants to me. Continue reading

Should you let your children swear?

A person's hand with the middle finger raised silhouetted against the sky and ocean

There has been a link to a book called Go the F*ck To Sleep circulating among my mummy friends recently. Sample verse:

The cats nestle close to their kittens now.


The lambs have laid down with the sheep.


You’re cozy and warm in your bed, my dear


Please go the f*ck to sleep.

Then a couple of days ago, there was an article over at Offbeat Mama about whether it’s okay to swear in front of your children… and also whether it’s okay for your children to swear in front of you.

There were, as with most parenting debates, people with strong views at each end of the spectrum, as well a few folk who seemed to have really over-thought the whole thing. One woman didn’t allow any swearing from her kids until the age of twelve, but then allowed her children to add one new curse word to their vocabulary each year between the ages 12 and 18 – starting with crap, moving onto hell and so on… I presume that on the joyous day when they each turned 18, her wee darlings received a card saying ‘Happy Birthday C*nt!’ Continue reading