You can guarantee that nearly once a week I'll pick Callum up from playschool and be told about him being upset about not having the pink bike to play on. It's one of those girlie pink bikes with the little basket on the front and that son of mine is madly in love with it. Also it apparently doesn't help when the little girls are riding it saying "Nyah nyah nyah we're riding the pink bike." to him, although Mummy here has a little smirk on her face when she hears that.
But the pink bike saga isn't the first "pink saga". When we used to go to the Mother andn Toddler group there was a pink sparkly handbag and all the boys used to fight over this handbag, the girls would just be sitting nicely reading books and there would be all these little boys fighting for the pink bag and using the pink fairy wand to ward off anyone who touches it. The girls don't ever seem to be bothered about what toy or what colour or gendered toy they play with but it seems that our boys do. The funny thing though is that whenever you mention the colour pink to Callum he replies "Pink is for girls, ewww." *laugh
This book was a christmas present to me from my ever loving (and wonderful) husband. I'd read about it in the Summer of 2005 and thought it would be a good read. And I sure was right. You don't need to have owned a pet, let alone a mad dog like Marley (or in my case, Golden Retriever Whiskey) but if you do or did this story will be held more dear to you
All children are funny with their little sayings, or how they perceive things or just something they say. This weekend Callum has been in extra funny mood and had Daz and I in stitches with laughter.
This weekend Daz and I started a new weekend routine with Callum. We'd talked and decided that rather than we run ourselves ragged all week and weekend that we needed some ground rules for the weekend and a set plan for both of us to have a rest. What we decided on was that on a Saturday Daz would have the morning to have a lie in, or whatever he wanted and that that morning would be Callum and Mummy morning for us to do what ever we wanted. And on Sunday it would be the other way round with me lying in and Daddy and Callum having their morning or whatever they wanted to do. I must say it worked fantastically and we had one of the best weekends in a long time with no tired tantrums from Mummy and Daddy or from Callum. [ Click here to read more ]
Yep another safety gate for our little monkey monster has been taken down. He can climb over them all and open them up anyway but something has held Daz and I from taking them down. Maybe they are there for our own mental safety, who knows.
The other week we took the one off of Callum's bedroom, it hadn't been closed in a long time and we thought that taking it down would maybe make Callum feel like a big grown up boy and maybe, just maybe he'd start acting a bit better. It seemed to work... a little. At least he doesn't have the gate to use in one of his I'm a teenager and I can slam things moods. By the way he's only three and a half years old, but those old teenage sayings of "It's not fair!", "I don't like you." and "I'm running away from home." are well rehearsed lines of his