Tag: daughters

A Not-So-Ordinary-Day for Dads

Just a short post to share this lovely quote on Fatherhood with you guys today:

“To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase ‘terrible beauty.’ Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it’s a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else’s body. It also makes me quite astonishingly calm at the thought of death: I know whom I would die to protect and I also understand that nobody but a lugubrious serf can possibly wish for a father who never goes away.”

– Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir

Now enjoy the day with your fathers, father-figures or husbands and if you’re lucky to have all of them with you on this special day, don’t forget to tell them how much they mean to you – remember life is too short to leave things unsaid!

Photo Booth

Little T likes to play with the photo booth app in my Mac.  Every now and then I have to delete some of the photos she’s taken of  her hand, feet, and photos of her many, many toys.

Mostly though, she likes to take photos of herself, making faces.  Those I keep.  She likes to do this all the time, no matter how much I remind her that she can do it in her own tablet.  I guess it’s different when you’re using something that’s supposed to be off-limits to you.

Here are just a few of the many photos she has taken on my laptop:

Do you let your little one play with your laptop, iPad, phone, or computer?

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s #WhatsTheStory.


Have a lovely week!

Sunday is Chore Day

… specifically “change the sheets day”, and on this day, you will also hear a lot of “Get off the bed T”.

“Look at me mummy!”  Little T squeal as she jumps on the bed.

“Get off the bed T”  I say.

Weeee!”  She replies.

“Get off the bed T”  I say again.

“I can jump so high mummy!”

“Get off the bed T”  I say again, and again.

“I fell on my bum”  She says laughing hysterically.

“Get off the bed T”  I say again, and again, and again.

“No”  She says holding on to the headboard.

“Get of the $%&8@ bed!”

This post is linked-up with One Dad 3 Girls ‘ #MySundayPhoto

Incidentally, today is also Mother’s Day elsewhere in the world, so Happy Mother’s Day (as well as to women who have also been like mothers) to all the other mothers who are celebrating it today.

Little T attends a Tea Party

Little T loves tea parties, whether it’s pretend or real.  Last Thursday she had her first ever real tea-party when her lovely grandparents celebrated their Diamond Wedding anniversary at the 18th century old Inn at Woburn.

There’s my three-year-old looking like a little lady out for a grown-ups tea-party.  Never mind if her toys were also on the table, after all the invitation didn’t exactly say “No toys allowed“.

Little T waiting to be served.

And thank goodness, the little Madam was served before a full-blown whinge commenced.  She especially loved the strawberry slices, which she ever-so-politely asked the other guests if she could have their share too.  Good thing they were all lovely and were game enough to share.

After she finished all her little sandwiches, cakes and strawberry slices.  I actually had to take her out of the room before she started acting like a little sod, err… I meant, like a three-year-old.

So we went to the next room which was thankfully empty and there we played hide-and-seek and as you can see from the photos, she wasn’t so good at it.

“You can’t see me mummy!”  She said.

And when she got tired of hiding, she twirled around and around and around.

Little T then exclaimed, “I love tea-parties!”


As for me, I’m just so relieved that we didn’t suffer any major melt-down in front of my in-laws and their friends.  They all commented on how beautiful and well-behaved she was, not knowing that there were a lot of threats and hissing on my part.

The again, as I was choosing photos for this post, I suddenly realised now that there’s hardly any trace of my baby there.  Where has she gone?  What I have instead is a three-year-old who loves anything pink, twirling in pink dresses and attending tea-parties.  How did that happen?

This post is linked up with PODcast’s What’s the Story.

And The Oliver’s Madhouse

Hope the weather is better for all of us here in England.

As for the rest of you guys, do have a lovely week ahead!

Family Portrait

This is the first drawing little T has ever done of the three of us.  In the past she has drawn herself, me, or her Dada.  This time though, she decided to make a family portrait.  Too bad she drew it on her blackboard and not on paper.  It would’ve been nice to frame it.   Do you have a favourite drawing/painting made by your little one?

For the record, I’m not in any way bigger than my husband.  But for some weird reason (much to the amusement/delight of little T’s Dada) I am in this family portrait.

I’m linking this post up with PODcast’s What’s the Story.

And the Oliver’s Madhouse Magic Moments

What the Little T said …

Little T loves plasters, especially pink ones or plasters shaped like animals or plasters with her favourite characters on them like Peppa Pig or Sponge Bob.  She’ll pretend that she has a wound and then demand for a plaster.

Every time this happens, I would stop what I’m doing and check her “wound” even if I know that she hasn’t really hurt herself.  And if we don’t give in and give her a plaster, she’ll say …

Yes, she is a bit of a drama-queen.


Last night she asked me if I wanted to bath with her.  I explained that I couldn’t, because of my monthly period.  We usually don’t have any problems with bath time, tonight however she announced, “I want to be disgusting mummy!  I don’t want to bath!”  And then she changed her tune and said that “actually” (she likes to use that word) she can’t have a bath.  I asked her why, she said “Because I have my period mummy”   When I explained to her what a monthly period was, she looked at me and said “I’m just pretending!”

Meet Coco

This is Coco.  She is a lovely life size handmade rag doll made painstakingly by a very good friend who lives in Bristol.  “Another present!” Our postie said as he handed me the package last week.  T is such a lucky little girl to receive more presents even when Christmas is over.

Little T welcomed Coco with a tea-party.

As you can see, they are fast becoming close friends and like to do things together like watch cartoons on LoveFilm on mummy’s laptop.

Play dress-up together – Coco in little T’s Spanish dress and T in her pink tutu.

And of course, must not leave Coco behind when out for tea with the grown-ups.

She’s a lovely doll, but since she is almost as big as little T, she startles me A LOT.  The husband once left her on T’s windowsill and nearly gave me a heart attack and as F’s dad said “She’s a little bit freaky isn’t she?”  She certainly is!

Now if you see my husband carrying what at-first-glance would look like a little girl like a sack over his shoulders, you will know that it is Coco and not little T.

Btw, Coco has also inherited little T’s old clothes!

This post is linked-up with PODcast’s What’s The Story.

Little T and her Pink Scooter

Little T is your typical little girl who loves everything pink.  She loves pink so much, she’s even made this ever-so-stressful-house-hunt even more taxing by declaring that she wants to live in a pink-house.     It may not come as a surprise to you that she can easily twirl her daddy in her pretty little fingers, so his reply to this rather unreasonable request was “Sure sweetie, we can paint the house pink if you want“.  If a look could kill, he’d be dead by now.

Goodness knows she has too much pink stuff already like her pink doll’s house, pink castle, pink jewellery box and there’s  her pink scooter, with the pink/white basket and a very noisy pink tooter.  I love pink! She says, that’s why I love strawberries!  Pink is the best!

Last week when the weather was good, we took the very pink scooter out for a scoot around our neighbourhood.

And of course, any walk we do always ends up  in the playground, where she happily scooted around the round-a-bout.

Do you have a little girl?  Does she also like pink?

This post is linked up with Coombe Mill’s Country Kids.

Have a lovely weekend!

My Vac and I

My three-year-old and I have one thing in common, we both hate the husband’s old vacuum cleaner which he bought when he was single and living on his own.  It’s huge and terribly noisy.  When asked why he got it, he replied “Because it’s big, powerful and cleans floors.  Then adds, ‘it was on sale!”  Of course, that is so my husband.

I hate it, not because it’s noisy, but because it’s so heavy!  I can manage it of course, but it weighs a ton to carry up the stairs and my daughter goes berserk every time she hears it, I have to vacuum when she’s out.  Another mother I know also said that her twins is the same and that they also hate the sound of the hand dryer in public toilets.  I’m glad I’m not alone.

So when our sweeper broke, the husband was thinking of getting a replacement one, one that cost more, not that our old sweeper was cheap either.  I asked what the budget was, he said £100.  So I went on a mission, I thought if he’s going to spend that much for a sweeper, surely we could find a vacuum that doesn’t weigh a ton and maybe cost not more than the allocated budget?  Lucky for me, it was sale season and I found one for half the price!  Woopie-bloody-doo-dah.

I’m a happy woman.  I’m so in love with my vac.  The good news is, my daughter loves it too!  It’s not as noisy as the old one and probably weighs half of monster too!  (That’s what I called his old vac).  My daughter now likes to say “C’mon Mum, let’s vacuum now … together”  And so we do …

Meet my new vac and T’s little one: mother and daughter team.

Instead of hiding from it and cowering in fear, she looks forward to her mummy vacuuming, so much that she actually drops little bits of paper and food and exclaims “Time to hoover now Mummy!”

And there’s little T, resting after doing her chores with her mum.

Do you have a little one?  Do they also hate the sound of a noisy vacuum cleaner?

FYI: This is not a sponsored post.

T Talk

Like all kids her age, T says a lot of funny stuff, unlike some mothers who are so good at recording them, I fail big-time.  And the moment is gone and old age sets in and I forget the funny, hilarious, did-she-just-really-say-that moments.  Here are a few that I actually remember:

Look Mummy, I’m wearing a bra too!  

Holds up my bra on her little chest.

That’s mine.

I’m just borrowing it.

You’re just a little girl, little girls don’t wear bras .

When I grow up, I’m going to wear a bra just like you!


If you don’t do my lunch now mummy, I’m going to be like this

She poses, what I think is her “I’m going to faint pose”


I’m not a grown-up yet

I can’t reach my DVDS!


It’s okay Doc, mummy is here, she says approaching Doc and doing baby-talk, I’m wondering Oh lordy, do I sound like that?


Don’t say that to my dog mummy, that’s rude!

She reprimands me as I call Doc a ‘bad dog’ for trying to run away with my slipper in his mouth.